Freedom
last night i had the same old dream
i was running through fields of green
being chased by a little boy with a gun
i turned around and i saw his face
a shot was fired and the dream erased
i woke up burning on a funeral pyre
standing over me was my oldest son
swinging down a hammer 'til his work was done
turning this body to bones and these bones to dust
taking this dust in an old bird's nest
out into the water up to his chest
sinking that bird's nest down in the riverbed
i took the river out to the sea
until the storm clouds called for me
fell like rain on the soft southern soil
up from the bottom on the first downbeat
up through the congregations feet
up like the wind that shakes the leaves on the trees
up through the fingers of the gospel singers
up through the songs where the dead live on
up, up, up...
what did you lose, my friend?
what did you lose, my friend?
what did you lose, my friend?
what did you lose, my friend?