Coulda Been
4. Coulda Been (3:20)

Dad won't sell his big ol' house
It's too full of memories
And piles of junk placed just so he knows
Where it all is
He loves his dog, Priscilla,
She's a good companion
We promise him that soon we're gonna visit him again

Dad won't sell his big ol' house
The yard's now overgrown, he calls it
Natural Succession, says it's better for the bees
The apple crop's fantastic
But there's no one home to eat them,
They lie wasting on the ground
Just like all that could have been

And all that could have been
Has haunted me forever
As far back as memory wanders down the roads I didn't take
But now all I wish we'd done
Somehow doesn't even matter
I'm just grateful for the time we had today

Dad won't shut his big ol' mouth
Says exactly what he thinks
What little filter he once had is gone, gone, gone
He used to play guitar
But his fingers now betray him
I remember him at bedtime, singin' those sad songs

About all that could have been
And how it haunted him forever
As far back as memory wanders down the roads he couldn't take
But all he wished he'd done
Somehow doesn't even matter
He's just grateful for the time he had today

Dad won't shut his big ol' eyes
They're wild and wide just like a kid
He still seeks love and joy and forgiveness…

For all that could have been
Haunts us all forever
As far back as memory wanders down the roads we couldn't take
But all we wish we'd done
Doesn't really matter
If we're grateful for the time we have today