When I look at you, boy. I can see the road that lies ahead. I can see the love and the sorrow. . Bright fields of joy. Dark nights awake in a stormy bed.
I know you've been afraid. Don't know what to do. You've been lost in the questions. I don't know what to say. I'm sure if I were you. I'd proceed with some caution.
I saw the desert wind tear across the wilderness. I felt it blowing off the page. The teacher told me, "Son, always remember this". And I have always been afraid.
Do you remember, Jody Baxter. When the whippoorwill sings. How you stole across the pasture. To the little hidden spring?. Where you laid down by the water.
It's so easy to cash in these chips on my shoulders. So easy to loose this old tongue like a tiger. It's easy to let all this bitterness smolder. Just to hide it away like a cigarette lighter.
Can't you feel it in your bones. Something isn't right here. Something that you've always known. But you don't know why. . 'Cause every time the sun goes down.
Well, we took a train to Kensington. And listened to the children run. Just beyond the garden gate. Where Peter and Wendy played. . There was a sign that said we weren't allowed.
I remember the day of the Tennessee flood. The sound of the scream and the sight of the blood. My son, he saw as the animal died. In the jaws of the dog as the river ran by.