My Grandfather died when he was ninety-five

Left more questions dead than alive

A dozen people at the graveside

Trying to figure out their own lives

My Grandfather died when he was ninety-five

A couple more licks would have made ninety-six

And the calm in his eyes was kind of heroic

And everybody got some cash

But I think they would have rather had the time back

What do you say about ninety-five years, ninety-five years and a couple of tears

Got the family Bible when I went up there in May

And a handful of records that'd never been played

The dining room table was immaculate

I got a handwritten prayer so I can speculate

About what in ninety-five years was never revealed, was never revealed in ninety-five years

Make it good.

Will do.

Now, you go out there and you make it good.

Will do.