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I remember |
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The hail of red clay rocks |
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Fom your lame chucking arm |
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The boys, the hill |
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And the wild lines home from work |
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Silent stairs we crept before your mom at the tv had a clue |
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She never talked to me or to you |
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But when we would have a game |
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Up there she would shout your name |
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And the record we'd hush |
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She'd go away |
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We'd dim the light in your room |
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And we would play |
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You were more like a girl every time |
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We'd fall asleep to the tune as the walls spun round |
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Light flashed, life stopped |
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With you, lee |
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Under bed sheets |
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A tent we had made there |
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Were things as I remember |
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Hard things for you as a man you left angry |
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Oh Lee, how a child can wine |
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I'm done telling lies to mine |
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There's no deal in it all |
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He needs to hear |
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All the things we're pining for |
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All that's carried far from sure |
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We were bitter about what remains |
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I'm not telling him now |
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Just the same |
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You were a dream when you painted your eyes |
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Mighty you were like a sail on a heaving sky |
