Staring at the pen and ink drawings
There’s a crow who’s starting to bleed
I go to the bookshelf, myself and a picture of a girl in a bikini
Jumping off a dock falls out of page 43
I think it’s my brother’s old girlfriend who’s married to a woman now

My father walks like he’s run out of oil
He lurches and jerks his way around the farm
My mother walks towards him the same way she led her last horse away from the barn
We’d just built a fire to soften up the ground
You could see her saying through her tears it's okay boy, come follow me one last time

Maybe, don’t know, can’t tell, if it’s so good
So good, so good, to be living right now

My kids are still young, barely weigh anything
I can carry them easy on each arm
But I told them I wouldn’t be able to do that forever
And sometimes when I’m carrying them both
The older one says, hey look dad, you can still carry me

Maybe, don’t know, can’t tell
Yeah but it’s so good, so good to be living right now

So good, so good, it’s so good to be living right now
Maybe, don’t know, can’t tell
Yeah but it’s so good, so good to be living right now
Yeah but it's so good, so good, it’s so good to be living right now