Descendants

Heart on his sleeve
Chip on his shoulder
Maybe I’ll be more like him when I’m older
She’s made of love down to her core
That heart of gold
They don’t make it anymore

See they pass down their wings
It’s a generational thing
Gotta keep ‘em close
Gotta keep ‘em close
Life has a way of knowing just what to say when you need it most
When you listen close

Try as I might
To find the right words
I’ll carry on, as your descendant, this body of work

We’ve never met but we’ll share a name
We’ll share a line that flows through these veins
And as you go to write your own chapter
You’ll chase the same dreams that those before you were after

See they pass down their wings
It’s a generational thing
Gotta keep ‘em close
Gotta keep ‘em close
Fathers, mothers, sisters, and brothers
Our pillars
Our strength
Our shelter from pain

Try as I might
To find the right words
I’ll carry on, as your descendant, this body of work

I just want to do right by you
I just want to do right by you
I just want to do right by you
Oh I just want to do right by you

And try as I might
To find the right words
I’ll carry on, as your descendant, this body of work
And I,
I’ll carry on, as your descendant, this body of work
This body of work