He used to build boats, now its paper towel holders.  He smiles and said son, don’t you get any older cause I got me a stroke when I was 75 and now I don’t know if I’m glad I’m alive.
Then I looked in his eyes and I thought I’d see sadness but he took me aside when he noticed my tear.  He said paper towel holders are all I can make but I’m making one every day.

And each week I can pick up a piece of wood this much heavier; Gonna build me a boat one day; Gonna build me a boat one day

He moved into this house when he was 75,  he was gonna rebuild it, the whole out and inside so he tore down the walls and he tore up the floor, then fate interrupted and he could not do more.
Now he lives in this house that’s not fit for a man.  He can’t do what he wants but he does what he can.  He said papertowel holders are all I can make but I’m making one every day.

And each week I can pick up a piece of wood this much heavier; Gonna build me a boat one day; Gonna build me a boat one day

Ain’t it funny how plans can crumble and fall, when things unexpected come knocking to call.  If we can’t even stand, how can we stand tall? 
The life that we want is not a sure bet, the things we deserve I haven’t seen yet.  You can want what you want but you’ll get what you get

Now I know what you’re thinking, at the end of this song, I’ll probably tell you that he’s dead and he’s gone but the truth is, I don’t know, I never saw him again but I still think of him as a favorite friend…I still think of him as a favorite friend.

‘Cause when I have those days when I just want to cry, if he didn’t give in, then how dare I?  Even if paper towel holders are all I can make, I’ll be making one every day! 

And each week I will pick up a piece of wood this much heavier; Gonna build me a boat one day; Gonna build Him a boat one day

Written by Tony DeStefano / All Rights Reserved