Unworthy II The Fiirst Flowers

He spent forty years in the driving rain Calloused hands and a quiet pain Never asked for a thank you, never asked for a prize Just kept the world moving under heavy skies He’d bring home a bouquet on an anniversary night Just to see her smile in the kitchen light But his own hands were empty, his own shelf was bare Just a man doing what was expected there. And it’s a quiet truth that we carry along Like a missing verse in a heavy song We wait till the heart has stopped its beat To lay the sweet petals down at his feet Oh, the room is full of roses, a beautiful view But the first flowers a man ever receives… Are at his funeral, too. We teach them to be pillars, we teach them to be stone To carry the weight and to bleed all alone No one brings a daisy to a working man’s desk No one drops a lily when he’s desperate for rest We love them in silence, we take them for granted While the seeds of appreciation never get planted. And it’s a quiet truth that we carry along Like a missing verse in a heavy song We wait till the heart has stopped its beat To lay the sweet petals down at his feet Oh, the room is full of roses, a beautiful view But the first flowers a man ever receives… Are at his funeral, too. Why do we wait for the final goodbye To let the tears fall, to let the praise fly? Don't wait for the marble, don't wait for the grass To show him he mattered before the years pass Give him a blossom while his eyes can still see Let him smell the grace of his own history. Let’s change the truth that we’ve carried along Let’s rewrite the verse to this sorrowful song Don't wait till the heart has stopped its beat To lay the sweet petals down at his feet The chapel shouldn't be the very first time he knew That the flowers we owe him… Were a lifetime overdue. (Outro) Yeah, look at those roses, white and red Too late for the living, just right for the dead Give him his flowers today… Don't wait till he's gone away. Don't wait. Mmm, don't wait.