Mikhail Bennett - Nothing Left To Judge

My father worked the railroad forty years
Came home each night with coal dust in his hair
He'd wash his hands before he touched our faces
Said dirt belongs outside, not in these places
He never spoke much about tomorrow
Just showed us how to carry our own weight

When the storm rolls in
And the river rises high
When you're standing at the crossroads
Asking why
All the things you held so close
Slip away like rain
Nothing left to judge
But the love that still remains
Nothing left to judge but grace

I buried him on Tuesday by the tracks
My brother couldn't make it, didn't call back
We hadn't spoken since the summer that mama left
Some wounds go deeper than we think they can get
But standing there alone, I heard his voice
Saying son forgiveness ain't a choice
You make just to win

When the storm rolls in
And the river rises high
When you're standing at the crossroads
Asking why
All the things you held so close
Slip away like rain
Nothing left to judge
But the love that still remains
Nothing left to judge but grace

I called my brother from the cemetery gate
Told him things I should have said before too late
He wept and so did I
Some mountains move when pride steps aside

When the storm rolls in
And the river rises high
When you're standing at the crossroads
Asking why
All the things you held so close
Slip away like rain
Nothing left to judge
But the love that still remains
Nothing left to judge but grace

My father worked the railroad forty years
Now I know what he was building here