Things I Didn't Whisper While Holding My Friend's Crying Son
I know we’ve just come down the road
You live at the end of to find two men
Who are obviously on Meth trying to take
Down a tree that’s been hung up in these trees
All the years of your young life and then some
And that the rains have turned the road
To muck and the track has fallen off the D4
Tractor your father my friend has driven
Down here to help these men so
They don’t kill themselves trying to steal
This snagged tree and I know that
Several chains have already broken
There are mountain lions in these woods
It is growing dark and I am not your father
I know it must scare you how your father
Is jacking the tractor up and crawling in
Under it on his hands and knees through
The mud the rain has turned your road into
And all on behalf of these thin men
Sans teeth and shirts who need to make
A little firewood money so they can keep
Cooking drugs I agree why should we
Help them why risk anything for anyone
Especially them and why cold and dark
And lions and Meth and why mud
And chainsaws and risk of death
But here he is your father
Covered though he may be in mud
He wants to hold you now
See something wants to hold us
Be it me or your father
Even the meth freaks would hold you
If asked to now even the widow
Maker wants to hold us
In the cold of its shadow