Father in the backyard, sister doing dishes
If I play a little louder, she'll not come home
A little something missing, this family superstition
It's shallow existence, she'll not come home
The yelling and bitching, the booze and the women
Her hatred of living, paint peels off the wall
She drank from the ashtrays and ate off the driveway
And left on a stamp, I mailed to her Lord
She'll hear this song and know
If you look back mom, you won't see the river
And never feel the shiver, it feels to be alone
Light your pathway on fire, burning with fever
Your son your believer
She'll hear this song and know
She'll hear this song and GO