Stained Glass Boogie

Near silence,
Sitting here.
In my next best suit,
Without a beer.

The little girl,
Right in front of me,
I feel her loss,
I feel her need.

Her father chose to drive,
Her father was a gambler.
An 18-wheeler beats a 4 wheel drive,
Every time. It's a no-brainer.

The crying bounces off
Stained glass windows like a razor blade.
I'll never get to know her,
Her mother, had more than enough to say.

Suicide by Ford,
And a truck called Mack.
A twelve pack of beer,
That he'll never get back.

His daughter cries,
Almost every night.
Even with an open bible,
Nothing ever seems to come out right.

That little girl,
Right in front of me,
I still feel her loss,
I still feel her need.

Her crying bounces off
Stained glass windows,
Like a razor blade.

Cuts to the core
Of life
And all I can say is:

Her father chose to drive,
Her father was a gambler.
An 18-wheeler beats a 4-wheel drive,
Every godamned time.

Yea every godamned time.

That little girl,
Standing before me,
I see her loss.
I see her need.

Near silence,
In this end.
Most of my life, is behind me now.
But for her,
It's the beginning, from someone's end.

An 18-wheeler,
Beats a 4-wheel drive,
Every godamned time.

Every, godamned time.

Reflections, off of stained glass,
Distort things, sometimes.
My reflection, in the light,
Never frightens me,
Never has. I know that I am right.

I'm all right.
At least, tonight
I'm all right.

Stained glass, and I'm alright.
For another day,
I am just fine.

Stained glass,
Broken lives,
I'll bask in the beauty,
Until the day that I die.

Until that day that I dance.
I'll save the last dance for me.
Near silence,
I think that I'll just go away.