Back when Charlie was a boy
Somebody handed a secret down
With a long list of unwritten rules
So he died before he let it out
He carried it like a silver dollar
In the pocket of his heart
He cried out for some room to breathe
But his pride just kept it in the dark
And the darkness was like a rainfall
to a flower that needed it to grow
But the roots kept digging deeper
until they wrapped their wretched arms
That boy soon became a man
Surrounded by a wife and friends
Who knew everything about him
Cause the truth was like a
He knew his friends would listen
But he never thought that they could
In the middle of the sidewalk
Is a single blade of grass
It kept pushing up from under
Till it finally made a crack
When that crack became a canyon wide
It was past the point of covering
So with no familiar place to hide,
Charlie set the secret free
And his freedom was a hammer
to a dark room wall that let
Cause he knew carrying secrets
to the grave was impossible