Angry Old Man​

Hey, Daddy,

It’s your little boy.

I hit sixty a week ago today,

Same age as you when we set you in this grave;

I was thirty and a dirty lying mess,

And it just got worse after your death.

See, Old Man, I caught the anger you taught me,

Amped it up on my lonely road to hell;

Spent life lashing out, fightin’ to set myself free,

But free from what I could never tell.

A boy needs a daddy, to show the way to one,

A boy needs a man, to show the way it’s done;

This boy needed you to be his biggest fan,

Instead of just an angry old man.

Hey, Daddy,

It’s your little boy.

I hit sixty a week ago today,

When I heard about another Man laid in a grave;

He was thirty and called a dirty lying mess,

And it only got worse until His death.

He took away the anger you taught me,

Packed it all up on His lonely road to hell;

Spent His life fightin’ to set people free—like you and me;

Now I’m free from you, free from me as well.

A boy needs a daddy, to show the way to one,

A boy needs a man, to show the way it’s done;

This boy needed you to be his biggest fan,

Instead of just an angry old man.

I’m kneeling here to forgive, to surrender this foolish fight

I looked to you as God, to walk a perfect life

We both expected a bit too much on this side

Rest easy, Old Man, I have a Father now, who’s got it just right.

A man needs a Father, to show the way to one,

He needs a Man, to show the way it’s done;

Yeh, even a man needs a Father, to show The Way to One,

And he needs a Man, to show The Way it’s done;

And now this forgiven man is God’s biggest fan,

Instead of just an angry old man;

This forgiven man is God’s biggest fan,

Instead of just an angry old man.