Next in Line

Close your eyes and it's Sunday night
Not a sound in the house
Whatever we didn't do
At least we got through
They don't know the alphabet
Well, not all of it yet
But they know how to make a mark
Stamped in blood across our hearts

Make way for the next in line
It's so strange but they seem just fine

Just a part of the family tree
Oh, what a sight to see
I'd ask what he recognized
I'm sure my grandpa would smile
Now I look at his great-grandkids
And see just how special it is
To be someone's great-grandson
And not have a clue til he's gone



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