Honest by Tyson Motsenbocker Lyrics

Said I’d walk to San Francisco
After everything was done
Thought the noise and moving busy
Kept my mind from really knowing what was gone

And when I finally saw it closing
All those miles above the bay
I was only standing closer to
The man I hoped to lose along the way

But If I’m being honest
Cause If I’m being honest
I would tell him

It’s a picture book
It’s a hospital gown
It’s an aspen tree in the summer breeze
She saw as waving hands
It’s a watching chair
And a holy company
Like a sailing ship
Hard wrought in it
That will never again float upon the sea
Well, I found that there’s a humor
In an old and fond goodbye
As if the early passing was a door
That she could look through with a smile

So If I’m being honest
If I’m being honest
I would tell her

It’s a pair of jeans
It’s a rude awakening
It’s a fine life lived in the privilege of standing there in the afterlight
It’s a photograph
Folded in my wallet
To remind myself that what she left
Is only growing bigger over time