This is song is far more unguardedly autobiographical than almost any I have written. I have also been told it doesn't make any sense. I can only apologise, and ask that we all look a little closer at the stories we tell of our lives, for tell-tale signs of coherency.
lyrics
I remember as a kid my mother carrying me me back to bed
It was the new house so I must have been about four
And I remember looking down on both of us as she carried me
I remember walking by our side
What am I supposed to do with that?
Come back to bed my love it’s late
I remember working in a theatre and closing up alone
Walking through the darkened empty auditorium
I started singing: so quiet at first so I don’t wake the ghosts
And then louder and louder
Oh yeah, I really screamed it out
Only echoes I swear
Oh my golden boy
What are we gonna do with you now all your ghosts are gone?
Attend to your life my son
There are wonders yet to come
You are going to be alright
You are going to be alright
Did I tell you about the time I stayed at a friend’s out in the desert?
A ball of light passed right through the house that night
Completely silent, big enough for shadows, blue with sparks
And moving slowly from the hall towards the stairs
What was supposed to do with that?
I opened a window, went back to bed
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