I walked the steps of my father today Worked till I froze and my face turned grey And all of my fingers calloused and worn to the bone And I felt like child in a world full of men Trying to capture that something again Strong as an ox but slowly turning to stone
Walking away from this room dark and grey Smoke hangs in clouds and the old echo plays
And the music is soft And the voice it is hushed And the boy he has loved And the man he has lost
And I walk out in the rain All over again
I felt the touch of my mother today Gently pushing me forward again Closing my eyes but still feeling the way And I'm clutching at fingers through crumples & creases I came to my senses it cut me to pieces 'cause I needed more but I was pulling away
walking alone with these legs made of stone I'm almost dry and I'm almost home
Where the photographs smile And I'm still someone's child And my place it is set So I'll stay for a while
Till I walk out in the rain Like water would stain And I'm born all over again