Here's to the dying Here's to the hurt Here's to the crying As we're returned to dirt Trying to find Somewhere solid to stand 'Cause it's getting so hard Without you holding my hand Here's to our mothers Raised daughters and sons Your sister and my brothers That they taught how to love If you don't mind Won't you reach down your hand? 'Cause it's getting so hard Without you to stand Here's to our fathers Oh, they're trying to get by Without their best friend And the love of their life So if you don't mind Could you reach down her hand? 'Cause it's getting so hard Without her to stand ♪ Trying to find Somewhere solid to stand 'Cause it's getting so hard Without you holding my hand Here's to the dying Here's to the hurt Here's to the dying