Hawley

He was baptized in the river
Under gray skies of November
Father cried, then wiped his eyes
And this is what he said
You could die today
You could die today
Don’t change in any way
You could die today
You could die today
I’m so proud of what you done
Father left that December
With a woman who had no children
Mother cried over napkins
And this is what she said
I could die today
I could die today
There’s nothing left to hate
I could die today
I could die today
Mother sent him to a city
With no river and no family
He played his guitar on the corner
And this is what he sang
We run from what we hate
We run from what we hate
We make homes out of clay
Then run from what we hate
We run from what we hate
And I could die today
I could die today