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 wanna do right by you
I just wanna do right by you
No, I just wanna do right by you
Oh, I just wanna do right by you
Try as I might
To find the right words
I'll carry on as your descendant
This body of work
And I, I, I
I'll carry on as your descendant
This body of work
This body of work
