8. No father sould bury his son

Cutting wind and snowflake haze

Holes in soles..., will you let me stay?

I can’t move on up

And now they’re locking every door

They’re closing every window

I’ve been running through the woods at night

Invisible landscape of grey and white

I can’t move on up

But now the kids are coming home

And now they look like true men

Young man get it on but don’t walk too long

God knows no father should bury his son

As life stops kids grow

Put on my best boots, the journey’s hard

You never know how long how far

But my hometown bored me

And I’d rather get a cold

Than have my soul frozen

And by the dim shade of morning lights

Woke up stuck by the freezing bite

I couldn’t move on up

“Boy, you better take a train

And get back home again”

Young man get it on but don’t walk too long

God knows no father should bury his son

As life stops kids grow