The story behind this song
He ran behind the bike with one hand on the seat, measured every inch of growing in pencil on the kitchen door, and cries roughly once a decade.
Mom got the call first — she's been screaming for an hour. This song is his turn: a brand-new door frame is coming, and the crying quota is officially spent.
Lyrics
I know — you never sit down.
running one hand on the seat,
you measured every inch I grew
in pencil on the kitchen door.
You cry about once a decade —
you might want to schedule one.
Your turn.
Yeah — you heard the words right.
There's a brand-new door frame coming
with pencil marks to write.
Breathe, old man, breathe — go on, this one's allowed.
You're gonna be a grandpa now.
un-retire the bedtime voice.
Somebody's gonna think your truck
is the greatest thing on wheels.
Every quiet thing you did for me
is about to get its encore.
are gonna hold something smaller.
Yeah — you heard the words right.
There's a brand-new door frame coming
with pencil marks to write.
Breathe, old man, breathe — go on, this one's allowed.
You're gonna be a grandpa now.
you ever made was me.
Well, I learned from you —
wait till you see what we made.
Decade's crying quota — spent.
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