The Maker ft. Night Falls Lyrics

You couldn't make your mother not leave

But you made the football team

Couldn't make your father not drink

But you were good with pencil and ink

There goes the maker

They'd say you were popular

A heartbreaker, a letterman, a journalist

And sad

You had awfully good reasons for that

Your mother

She never came back

Couldn't shake that feeling alone

But you could build a home

You couldn't help feeling forsook

But you could write a book

On lives the maker in me

You were a humorist

An architect, a novelist, a dilettante

A carpenter, a dreamer

And a dad

And you were a pretty great dad

The only one we ever had

Didn't make all your dreams come true

But the dreaming's what carried you through

You didn't make it out alive

But I hope you made peace when you died

Here lie the maker's remains

You were a husband, a teacher

A mason, a birder

A carpenter, a dreamer

And my dad

And you were a pretty great dad

The only one we ever had