I Know How You Got Old Lyrics

Read the play in the spring
Thought a lot about God's role in suffering
And all...all of the millions of times.

I heard the news in July
Had no symptoms, only the reasons why
All...all of those lost, sacred rhymes were lies.

I had imagined it mattered which reasons to use
But winter brought nothing but all the bad news we could bear
Could hardly bear

Heard your voice through the gla*s
Felt you standing at every slow street I pa*sed
And then...then I was standing alone.

I strained to think what you said
To remember the last couple lines you read
And grinned...grinned with the grace of a saint

I had imagined the best way to deal with the blow
We stood on the lawn and we sang in the snow
How I wanted God to know

I know how you got old.

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