MY FATHER'S HOUSE

Last Night I slept hardly at all
The room was too hot and a party down the hall
Deliverance was on TV but in another language
I was hungry and coulda used a ham sandwich

Well finally I fell into that other world
As the sun was rising around my pillow I curled
And I dreamed I was high on a mountain crest
I was walking with my father who is 40 years dead
And I told him just behind that purple mountain ridge
A house lay there vacant and that house was his
It was perched on the shore of a California beach
It was his to have - it was within his reach

And then we saw just steps away there was a drop into the deepest valley
And my father fell and he clutched the ground paralysed by fear
He couldn't look down

And I his son I tried to lift him up my eyes full of tears but he did not budge
Because his shoulders were too wide a he was too heavy to lift
And I knew that house would never be his
Because the gap that separated us was the drop of death
And I knew that I would never give that gift
And we the living we live with the dead
And sometimes they are too heavy to carry over the next
The next mountain ridge
Where a house lays waiting on a sandy beach
Beyond my mortal reach
My mortal reach

And these mountains are steep - the gorge is deep
And a highway runs there and there is so much time to keep
So much time to keep
And I'm riding in a van with the windows wide open - Although speed and wind never carried anyone home I keep hoping
I keep on hoping
I keep hoping


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