Song Lyrics

Richard Race never left Ohio
And we sang Let it Be at his funeral
That's the joke, that he knew we would try
Dad can't hit a note if it saved him
Kept in touch, I don't know what he thought
If in death we go up or stay local
Turned eighteen, and he sent me a card
Happy Veteran's Day from your uncle

Say a few things
Accumulate the substance
I guess it's alright
I know nothing's perfect

Several lives all despite his command
Alcohol fucked it up and he struggled
Turned around, twelve steps steady hand
In his age reached love and devotion
The other day, I saw someone wrote
Man I missed you at the reunion
We recall that practical joke
That he'd play when we'd see him at Christmas

Whether or not
Try to grasp the concept
I'll be alright
Retrieval is a process

Whether or not
When we reach the edge of an era
Remembered in affection
Water flows the same direction
Whether or not
Behind us the image is clearer
Remembered in affection
Water pooling a reflection
Water pooling to the center

Later on we all laughed at his quips
On the porch in the back of his condo
Guess that's it, I went to the hotel
In a parking lot in Ohio

Whether or not
When we reach the edge of an era
Remembered in affection
Water flows the same direction
Whether or not
Behind us the image is clearer
Remembered in affection
Water flows the same direction
Water pooling a reflection
Water flows in this direction

Ann Wallace May, Cory John Race, Timothy C Race

The duration of Richard Race is 4:28 minutes and seconds.