Chase Huglin - Folded Hands lyrics

I'm not a praying man But i've got folded hands and a church pew I wanna believe in you I've said all those words Still I don't have enough nerve to come and visit your grave I'm not brave Home doesn't feel like home I walk through the door And every single thing has changed Nothing feels the same I look at the couch Where you use sit and sit so empty now But i know you're proud I will drop my proud I'll visit you when the time feels right When the time feels right I'll bring flowers and a shirt Six feet under the ground And you're still the best part of this earth It hurts