Tell me, can you remember?
Tell me where you come from
All I know is I’m writing a song for the missing
See familiar in family, feel purpose and trust
I don’t recall building trauma walls or drug concuss
All the way home [repeat]
Digging for the one rose bud
Staggering on short roots
Backing life like a backpack of photographed youth
And the series of images, In no particular order
I’ll never connect or puzzle out this story-board
All the way home [repeat]
Remember [repeat]
How’s this beginning? Better living If you forgive
When you say give, then I’ll say give