

Your hands smelled like cedar and engine oil
You'd hum an old tune turning keys
You'd point at the stars from the back porch
And say,
“Kid, this wide world’s yours to see”
Now the house is quiet in the evening
But I still feel you near (ahhhh)
Oh Papa, you’re my steady compass
When the road turns dark,
you lead me through
(ooh) Your love is like a lamp in the window
Always pulling me back to you
You taught me how to fix what’s broken
With patience, and a steady hand
Your stories lived in coffee cups and photographs
Like
footprints in the sand
If I could have one more Sunday morning
I’d let the silence speak
(hmmm) I’d say “thank you” without hurrying
For the strength you gave to me
Oh Papa, you’re my steady compass
When the road turns dark,
you lead me through
(ooh) Your love is like a lamp in the window
Always pulling me back to
you I
still hear you
humming, low and easy (hmm-mm) And I walk a little straighter
now