You'd pick up a penny 
But let go of your wife 
Is that what you taught me 
On my mothers porch 

Collecting change 
I'm sorry 
Things can't change 
Reflecting on the fact 
You miss her dearly now 

You can't change 

I want to hear the old war stories 
Tell me of your brother and their kids 
Was it Wilson building churches 
Spreading gospel to all the families 
Those pews are dwindling down every year 
Every other Saturday 
My mothers smile builds 
To see her fathers face 

You'd pick up quarter 
But let go of your life 
Were you just too scared to fight 
You say you're afraid 
More days behind you than in front 
I say 
You're not trying hard enough 

You didn't try 

I don't think 
We can dig more plots 
To plant flowers in your place