Morning dust coated shoes on the porch like rust Your bedroom light switched on Just before the familiar song of your father's voice And he would say, that God himself Couldn't turn you away from the unrelenting Sun He said that you could be anyone, and you felt so tall All the piles of waste rock through the mist on the horizon Hills hauled out paid to build your house And the forest bled in the April Sun Your grownup home, in the yard you planted a tree of your own Your blood, your flesh and bone Is it everything that you need even after all that's changed? Will you just stay and convince yourself not to run away? But love yourself the same, turning into a child again just like before? Memories fill your days and throw like glints upon the water Branches bow and the wind it blows on the rocky shore where old spirits low All the piles of waste rock through the mist on the horizon Hills hauled out paid to build your house and the forest bled in the April Sun