Stand in wind
U.S.M.A
Above a grave with your name

I stay. I shake. I age, and I wait
For the hands I used to call my home

Lean on trees just like a shoulder
See you in young West Point soldiers
Yeah I’ll wait right here as I get older
Cause the weight’s right here all on my shoulders…

The weight of love: Forever gone, like the chest
I leaned on and on and on and on and on…

But I’ll wait on your shoulders

Wait right here as I get older cause the weights right here
All on my shoulders