From the recording All for a Little


We put our things in boxes
For the umpteenth time
To drive another line

Yes you’ll have a new school
And I will make new friends
And this will be the end

Here you are, stuck with me

I’m sorry how much we have moved around
Started up north then we went down south
I know it’s been hard to get in the flow
But wherever we are we will make a home

You didn’t ask to be here
You didn’t have a choice
You didn’t have a voice

You cannot pick your parents
You only pick your fights
Trying to find your light

Seems your old man doesn’t know jack shit
Trying to find some life in this life he’s in
Sometimes it ain’t fair you gotta tag along
But wherever you are he will make his home