Older I Get

I had to take a time out
Out in the woods alone
'Cause the years slow you down some
Get used to thinkin' on your own

Thought about when my dad left
When his journey met the end of the road
Thought of things I never asked him
That I really wish I'd known

How do I get over a heartbreak
Or land my first real job?
Or solve all of the spats between
My sister and my mom?

But Dad, one thing I know is true
Older I get, the more I get like you

My father worked with his hands
He did more than I could ever understand
Could be concrete, could be wood
He'd work for free any time that he could

I used to say, "How could I live
Up to all the generous things that he did?"
He said, "Now son, give that a rest
Nobody's perfect, just do what you think is best"

So I always help my neighbors
And I still go hunting too
Older I get, the more I see
Lessons learned from you

Oh Dad, this word is true
And it hurts so bad that I can't talk to you

I started writing this song years ago
Before I knew what it meant
To learn a few things on your own
But I sure have learned since then

'Cause I got that job I needed
And I fell in love again
I've got too many things to say
So for now I'll hold them in

'Cause Dad, one thing I know is true
When I'm called home, first one I'll find will be you