I remember when he used to say

Son, we're going to make through the day

You can only play the hand you're dealt

And pray to God that you play it well

So when momma got confused a lot

He held her hand, he refused to stop

He held her tight through the pain

Of a life that wouldn't be okay

You cannot make it all okay

You cannot make it go away

Can't put the tears back from where they fell

But you can help me play the hand that's dealt

So when everything was said and done

And momma's breath refused to come

And the pain refused to quit

Daddy couldn't get away from it

Now I see the weight it's on his frame

Momma's fine but he won't be the same

There are thoughts but there's nothing to say

I cannot make it all okay

You cannot make it all okay

You cannot make it go away

Can't put the tears back from where they fell

But you can help me play the hand that's dealt

It's not the wise words from a shrink

That will hold you up when you're about to sink

Just a shoulder you can cry into

And a listening ear will do

You cannot make it all okay

You cannot make it go away

You can stand right here with me

Help me stand up on my feet

Can't put the tears back from where they fell

But you can help me play the hand that's dealt

Won't you help me play the hand that's dealt?