The Awning

Take the old road past the farm, I bet the mattress is still there
Soaked with mud and covered with leaves
I think about it sometimes when the nights are long
Congratulations on the house, it's a good career
Did you ever tell him, tell him what we did
How's the kid, how's the kid, does he know it isn't his
I'm glad you're doing well, I'm glad you're doing well
But I liked you better when you cut yourself
And you grimaced at the world with dumb refusal

The skyline of this city tastes like what could have been
And my reason to live fades with memory of our sin
Go with God, go with honor, go with honorable men
And I'm singing to myself, singing to myself again in the awning

Your father meant no harm, it wasn't even loaded
Just an heirloom he keeps around the house
But it did the job, I ran 'cause I knew you wanted out
The eventuality never once occurred to me
That you would give in, that you could give yourself to him
How's the kid, how's the kid, how long are you going to keep it hidden

The skyline of this city tastes like what could have been
And my reason to live fades with memory of our sin
Go with God, go with honor, go with honorable men
And I'm singing to myself, singing to myself again in the awning
It shields me from the rain