Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut.
Its not a line, but the chorus. And right now its my favorite.
Grandpa, you stood so tall,
Chewed that Red Man wore overalls.
You were the same man on sunday morning as saturday night.
You were five foot six to the top of your hat but,
when you talked about the war I thought you were superman.
American born simple man with a southern drawl.
You walk the walk, talk the talk, Grandpa.
I pray your brakes go out
Running down a hill
I pray and flower pot falls
From a window sill
And knocks you in the head like I’d like to
I pray your birthday comes and nobody calls
I pray your flying high when your engine stalls
I pray all your dreams never come true
Just know wherever you are
Honey, I pray for you
-I PRAY FOR YOU by Jaron and the Long Road to Love