Workin' away in the corner of his room
Just tryna apply more varnish to the wood
A little boy, his eyes sparkle like gold
Absorbing all the knowledge he can hold
It didn't matter what was said most days
The questions answered shaped how I was raised
I never hoped I'd ever see the end
Of each evening through the years
Through the sawdust and tears
I remember when my heart first broke
He turned to me, said "I could try to tell a joke
But listen son, I know what it's like
Don't worry, you'll come out the other side"
It didn't matter what was said most days
The questions answered shaped how I was raised
I never hoped I'd ever see the end
Of each evening through the years
Through the sawdust and tears
As time went on, I did more and more
While he'd rock in his chair by the door
The shed grew older, his eyes got colder
But the stories stayed the same
Damn, I hope he's proud of the man that I became
It didn't matter what was said most days
The questions answered shaped how I was raised
I never hoped I'd ever see the end
Of each evening through the years
Through the sawdust and tears