I carried a bag of rock and stone
Full of memory of our family
Aboard a plane to Tulsa
Five years of waiting for his life to end suddenly
Tearing its way through me
All of the way to Tulsa

It's not enough
It's not enough
It's not enough
It's not enough
To know you through them

I walked through a door of a living room that I do not know
To a couch where he slept alone
In the bone yards of the house that Jack built
My brothers were sorting through his fine shoes and fine colognes
Pictures of a childhood home
The glory of the house that Jack built

It's not enough
It's not enough
It's not enough
It's not enough
To know you through them