Has he prayed for your mama?
Does he know who I am?
Never gave it much thought, I can spiral, god damn
Does he stand for the flag? for the red, white & blue?
It wasn't that often, that you thought things through, now did you?
I still write to your daddy
And he still calls me ole son
We used to talk talk radio
How Glenn Beck's the one
Remember on that long drive
When we saw that explosion?
I wasted so much of my life
And so much low light emulsion
But when I hear that old song
Oh it tears me apart
The one your mama hummed
When my truck wouldn't start
In echoes of silence
I find no consolation
Just endless allegory's
And empty foundations
Has he asked about Memphis?
Or those nights on the train?
Is he bothered by the silence
You had nothing to gain
They say you danced with him slowly
As time faded away
And as that vinyl record played
I just just stood there
With nothing to say
But when I hear that old song
Oh it tears me apart
The one your mama hummed
When my truck wouldn't start
In echoes of silence
I find no consolation
Just endless allegory's
And empty foundations
I still smell those daisies
That we picked in July
That summer nearly killed me
But time slid on by
Though I'll never know the stories
Of the scars on your knees
You think your parents did you dirty
When they took your keys?
I still write to your daddy
He still calls me ole son
He tells me of hard winters
And battles he's never won