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That Will Move You - Mikhail Bennett
It was 5:00 on a Friday night
Engines fading under city lights
I drove that car you gave to me
That old blue Ford from '93
You said,"Son, it's not that fast,
but it'll get you home and it will last."
I laughed it off back then, somehow,
God, I finally get it now.
I remember when you turned 30,
tried to hide all my doubts and fears.
Didn't have much, but I gave my best
Didn't have much, but I gave my best
placed that key into your chest.
I saw you smile, I saw your pride,
never told you I was running out of time.
Just wanted you to have something real,
something strong
behind the wheel.
I thought you were just a quiet man,
I was just doing all I can.
All the words we never said
still echo in our heads.
I finally understand you, Dad,
why you gave all that you had,
why you stood and never broke,
carried pain you never showed.
Now I'm driving down that road
in a life you built alone.
I spent my years just being free.
You were building me.
I pulled into that old driveway,
everything looked the same but changed.
Your chair still there by the glass,
like you just stood up, not long past.
Your boots still resting by the door,
haven't moved since I'm not sure.
That's when silence hit me hard,
you're not here,
but here you are.
Every night I worked so late,
counting bills, fighting fate,
never wanted you to see
what the world was doing to me.
So I smiled and held my ground,
even when I was breaking down.
You saw a man who never fell.
I just never told you hell.
All the things we never said,
I could hear them in your head.
Now the silence starts to break
with every breath we take.
I sat down in your old chair.
I was always there.
I held that key you gave to me.
You were everything I hoped you'd be.
I never said,
"I love you, Dad."
I know,
Son,
I know.
I finally understand you, Dad.
Every dream you never had,
every road you walked along
just to build me up a home.
Now I feel it in my bones.
Every truth I've ever known,
I'm not the man you were just yet.
But I'm closer than before.
I'm still driving that old car,
you're never really far.
And every mile,
I feel who you are.
