Grandfathers Graves

God, I need an answer, at least I want it

If you can talk from a cross, can you recover what I lost?

And if I can’t get an answer, could you at least nod your head?

If you can raise up the dead, could you just put one good thing in my bed?

The last night my grandfather slept in my bed

Was the last time I thought of myself as a good man

Late at night, under a frozen sky

I kissed my father, and we both forgot who was the child

I’ve seen a lot of bad in my thirty-odd years

Bastards born to highschool girls and

Old men ground up in gears

Late at night, lying in bed with my wife

How can I sleep when my brother’s outside shivering?

Keep your eyes on the clock, six is coming around

To save you from the sleep that’s holding you down

Underwater, like the graves of my fathers, generations ago

If I resemble them now, it’s because this tent is my home

On the day I give it up, you’ll imagine my ghost

Go get a good book and read it

Wipe the tears from my wife if she’s weeping

God, I need an answer, at least I want it

If you can raise up the dead, could you just put one nice thought in my head?