call your boys

call your boys now that the table's set and shining

no one's seen any of them in many days

call your boys

they shot a buzzard off a chrysler

and you still taste all that you swallowed before grace

and you'll forgive even the time they burned the hen house

and ran from you ran to the hills with burning hands

setting sun framed in the doorway right behind you

several chores

surely some lessons left to tell

setting sun

wolves in the hills and now before you

sit your boys each with their shining silverware

they'll bury you under the wood beside the carport

they'll bury you some neon stop along the way

radio fuzz on the fence post by the pasture

long ago liza and you would dance all day

now you lay buried

the stern and sacred father

in sacred earth under the billboard in the rain

but one last toast

here's to the brave who went before us

who died in vain

died in a movie for a dream