From the recording Sons & Fathers (Single)
Lyrics
I put on my father's shoes
Just like every cliché son
And in time they fit me well
In more ways than just the one
You see my daddy tried to tell me
When I pulled off from the pack
That the brakes don't seem to work
When you go barreling down the track
Living turns to dying
Like the seasons go
From green to gold to grey
The son that listens to his father's words
Can keep the colder months at bay
Well, the apple's bound to fall
Be it near or be it far
But I tell you, either way
There is no hiding who's you are
You see, I look and talk like him
And our kindness is the same
But I took up all his vices
When I carried on his name
And living turns to dying
Like the seasons go
From green to gold to grey
The son that listens to his father's words
Can keep the colder months at bay
I've got my own son on the way
I can't wait to see his face
And teach him everything I've learned
About redemption, love, and grace
But I would be a fool to think
That he could never break or bruise
Because a fall is bound to come
When he puts on his father's shoes
Living turns to dying
Like the seasons go
From green to gold to grey
The son that listens to his father's words
Will keep the colder months at bay