A family man, a veteran
Head of the household
Always impressing people
With all the things you know

You'd build us forts and
Then teach us pool
I learned to drive
Sitting next to you

But time is cruel and certain
I could see the decline
Maybe lose a word, miss a turn
Some things you just can't hide

There's only one road on which to go
Eventually it runs downhill

These days he's more rust than paint
Who he was is slipping away
I will try to remember the colors when you can't
These days he's more rust than paint

We knew something was wrong
Before the doctors told us
I tried to convince your sister but
She thought I was making it up

Each morning is different
Some are up and some are down
At times you feel so far away
Sitting on the same couch

It tests the bounds of fiction
It tests the bounds of faith
The ghost I see before me
Has my father's name

There's only one road on which to go
Eventually it goes downhill

These days he's more rust than paint
Who he was is slowly slipping away
I will try to remember the colors when you can't
But these days he's more rust than paint

These days he's more rust than paint
Who he was is slowly slipping away
I will try to remember the colors when you can't
But these days he's more rust than paint