At Peace

You've got to find her. (You've got to find her.)

Your mother ain't fit to be alone.

Her rosary beads are gone

there's only one place she'd be.

The sun is nearly up

put your jacket back on and walk down the street.

Feel the wind start to shift

cold and biting.

Just like everything that's changed.

When you do find her

(when you do find her)

Take the only family that you've got back to home.

Head down

walk through the crowds and the families downtown.

You jealous bitter old man

it's just yourself you can't stand.

The man that took away your wife

coward that left you behind

You would kill them both if you could. (Kill them both if you could)

Head down

cigarette in hand.

Concrete

cold brick and sando the place where she prays

Where she suffers her days.

Sleepless nights with the dirt when the addiction hurts.

Up to that old white oak door church.

And that's where you find her in that last pew.

You touch her cold hand

your mother is gone.

In front of her God

needle in her arm.

The family plot will be filled.

The perfect ending to a tragedy.

Put her in the cold wet ground.

Finally at peace with her husband now.

Lost all will

empty house.

Hours strain

but months pass alone with your gun.

Blue-collar shipyard

your days have gone.

Lost it all for the promise of a normal life.

All taken from you when you lost your wife.

So you sit in that chair

waiting for death

barrel to your head.