I watched my father put his father in the ground
Without a single solitary tear falling down
On the car ride home I remember asking why
He said it's simple son, you're born,you live a little then you die
And crying ain't gonna bring them back it's just a waste of time


My grandmother made it all the way to 93
She saw countless war, electric cars and color TV
But then I start to think about all the family and friends
She lost and how lonely it must have been there at the end
That's one race to the finish Im betting no one wants to win

The curse of growing old is watching everything you love and know
Bloom, die and fade away
The only thing more terrifying than coming face to face with dying
Is learning there's a price we all must pay for another day
That price is change, unavoidable change

The only time I ever saw my father cry
Daytona 01, the day that Senior died
It's safe to say that was the day that he finally saw
That no star burns forever, eventually they must fall
Raise hell, praise dale, death is coming for us all"