At the weather's mercy this table lay Gnarled and worn to an aged gray Left outside not taken care of for too long Like my own dad's mistakes
Father chose to quit his life's slow collapse The table so flawed it had to be scrapped, now Dragged out slowly by the ends of two it's legs With both his and my hands
Tore it apart, piece by piece, every panel and pin With no change of heart.
This table fed me in times I sometimes wish I never lived You made some mistakes that burned holes through gentle hearts, and you were framed harshly from then on In this dust all the hate and hurt that you had to live through to care for us If there's a thing called redemption to me, it would be what you've done for your family
Before hoping that the snow would fall up He sees now you can't fill a bottomless cup Rain falls down it's fathers own beads of sweat Like the rain, please come down come to the ground come to the ground
Come to the ground To all those years That you've lost In your fears Come Back down Back to what's real To all the love That you feel