I remember you from the scent of paint,
petrol and tar
I remember that scar that came upon your hand
From that time when you sought a piece of wood to make me a boat
I remember those hard broken days of crying in the
basement and you bringing down peeled oranges and tea
The sound of your slippers and then you quietly sang,
he never deserved me
Now there's a home
where you used to be
A weird kind of home where you used to be
And it's carved
into memory
Someone said that when the old generation goes,
the winds they shelter from
The wires fully blow with original sin and I can
hear you calling that standpoint total rubbish
Yeah you could be so hard headed at times and
I used to find that part about you so annoying
But now I know you came as far as a man can in a lifetime
Now there's a home
where you used to be
A weird kind of home
where you used to be
And it's carved into memory
I remember you from the way you were with
the kids and how they'd love to hear your
stories about travelling in Europe just after
the war and how they'd come home all muddy
but happy I remember you like a backdrop behind
it all and then the sudden fall and it makes
me cry over dinner and the kids mean well
but only make it worse by saying you've become
a star And there's a home where you used to be
A weird kind of home
where you used to be And it's carved into memory
I remember you from wanting to be buried
under a tree without a stone so I wouldn't
have to bear the burden of a long and tiresome period of mourning
over you
I remember how that's the one time I didn't
argue or try to make you act like some other
figure I didn't have Instead I thanked you,
J-Face,
for everything
you