Woke with a dream in the back of my head
About 50 years ago.
Teenage band in a greyhound station
Just a misfit traveling show.

No Destination just couldn’t go home.
We had no real place to go.
Running away in the dead of the night.
Begin a life out on the road.

Why did I run.
Why did I cry.
With no place to go.
No wings to fly.

Daddy’s back from a war.
With those voices in his head.
An Anger man filled with pride.
A broken family man.

Was it wrong the children ask.
He keeps it inside
The kids just see brutality.
Then the angels cried.

Why did he fight.
Why did they die.
No legs to run.
No wings to fly.

Where do they go.
When the church bells ring.
Why they don’t laugh.
Why they don’t sing no more.
I ran out the door.

Where do they go.
When the church bells toll.
Daddy never came home.
Out in the rain we go.