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 |