Still Here, Earl
[Verse 1] That old union cap sits crooked on your head Out in the yard where you've pruned and watered and shed A little sweat on the same soil, same slow steady pace Seventy-four years and still the anchor of this place Sunday mornings, same lake, same line in the water You taught me how to wait — your son and then his daughter Birdhouses stacked up half-done in that garage of yours You'll get to 'em, you say, and somehow we all know you will [Chorus] Earl, we see you, every quiet thing you do The way you call us 'bud' like the whole world belongs to you You drove the rails so we could find our way back home And every road we traveled, bud, you never let us go alone [Verse 2] We catch you when the Man in Black comes on the radio You clear your throat and say it's just your allergies, we know But we know what it means when a good man lets it through That's not weakness, Grandpa Earl — that's just the truth in you Forty years of Sunday mornings, still the first one at the shore You're not fishing for the fish — you never were — you're fishing for something more The quiet and the patience and the way the light comes in We learned all that from watching you, and we'd do it all again [Chorus] Earl, we see you, every quiet thing you do The way you call us 'bud' like the whole world belongs to you You drove the rails so we could find our way back home And every road we traveled, bud, you never let us go alone