Send 'Em On Down the Road

He didn't ask.
He didn't pry.
He just held ice that covered my black eye.
When that girl She broke my heart.
We just threw that baseball back and forth 'till dark.
And when I started playing guitar And didn't have a clue.
He wanted to protect me But some how my father knew, that.
You can't cry for 'em Live and die for 'em You can help them find their wings but you can't fly for 'em 'cause if they're not free to fall, then they're not free at all.
And though you just can't bare the thought of letting go You pick 'em up You dust 'em off And send 'em on down the road.
A little kiss on a skinned knee from playing soccer, riding bikes, and climbing trees.
When bad dreams filled their heads.
I chased the monsters out from underneath their beds.
I guess I always knew those days would end.
But the hardest thing I've ever learned has been, that You can't cry for 'em Live and die for 'em.
You can help them find their wings but you can't fly for 'em 'cause if they're not free to fall, then they're not free at all.
And though you just can't bare the thought of letting go You pick 'em up You dust 'em off And send 'em on down the road.
You can't cry for 'em Live and die for 'em And even though it's gonna break your heart you let 'em go You pick 'em up You dust 'em off To send 'em down the road Down the road Down the road