Life will never be the same, I know in my head, but I shield my heart. People paw through our lives, paying pennies for 58 years worth of stuff that got stuffed in a cart. My dad died fast; my Mom’s been slow to leave her home, alone. Chorus 1: In with the new, Life Part 2, relentless and cold and kind. I can’t push it away, don’t really want to, Dusty memories get hard to find. VERSE 2 Bridges fall, and bridges build, and somehow both are grace. What we lose and what we build still carry the same trace. Some burn down slow, some burn down fast, but nothing stays the same. I’ll build with grace, with grief, with love, until my own turn comes… Chorus 2: In with the new, Life Part 2, relentless and cold and kind. I can’t push it away, don’t really want to, And memories haunt my mind.. BRIDGE I’m standing between the ones who raised me and the ones who call me “Dad.” I’m carrying ashes, carrying hope, building from all I had. If every bridge is destined to burn, then let mine blaze with grace— a fire to warm the ones I love when they one day take my place. Chorus 3: In with the new, Life Part 2, Inevitable and somehow kind. I won’t push it away, I don’t really want to, Fresh memories are one of a kind. Outro: Inevitable and somehow kind. Somehow kind.
