oh thanksgiving the harvest draws to a close pride of man will swallow him for he reaps what he sows oh living its harder every day only in the darkness can you see youve lost your way i recollect the rose of sharon had come back again the trees were blowing in the breeze all high above my head when a cavalcade of memories appeared to me in words i wished id said from that point on a song stayed in my thoughts most of the time but when i tried to sing it out loud it would always leave my mind like the things you know are true but never can explain when you get asked a melody floating just within your grasp it goes when i was a child i always remember the way i would feel 4th thursday november my uncles would play there would be music and i was taking it in only much later i noticed the drinking the feeling my family was growing and sinking st petersburg palace stain glass in sun they were well on their way i had only begun so boy meets a girl venus and adonis friendship on fire adulthood upon us they teach you to fly then spend all of their time standing over you clipping your wings where there was a me there could be an us i dreamt about money she talked about trust she is my axis death is by foxes and we were well on our way in america this is home stories everybodys got one this is mine you will have your own nothing like the real thing nothing like it cleaner than christmas or our wedding day i knew her father was pissed though he wouldnt say it i would be too and someday i will be no kid could be good enough taking on sunday taking on owls catching a glimpse of the wolf as it howls got a lot of nice things got a really nice house done is so beautiful on fathers day im thinking of mothers i can only suppose theyre thinking of others insurance is up it came in the mail yeah it kills me what theyre charging for little white pills i blow through the years like a mother defending its own and i fear im driving on spare tires seems like ill never get home like ill never get home like im getting threadbare i cant find my way she showed me the map i still cant believe i acted like that just follow your heart up past most of the brain if you get lost at reason move down past pain ill see you in court bring your raincoat im keeping the kids im keeping the house it takes minutes to make us a baby and years to remember what that was about america this is home stories everybodys got one when we die what will we have done nothing like the real thing nothing like it its snowing in april somethings changing in me its the sound of a heart getting clean baby i traded in booze for loads of caffeine and my friends they traded in me another thanksgiving and im all alone my favorite holiday and nobodys home no shame in the past no pride in the future i know believe i know those years we spent talking learning to agree the truth is im just thankful you tolerated me so many thorns not enough roses my girls as they sleep the eye as it closes this year for thanksgiving im keeping my list short no one gets married no one gets divorced can you imagine what if the world could stand still for even a day if there was no crime no rape and no killing addictions suspended no cutting or drilling if everyone took the day off and hung out with their friends their favorite friends i know what youre saying its not realistic ive heard it my whole life look at the statistics but lucky for us im not a guy that gives up i never give up i go oh thanksgiving the harvest draws to a close redemption is a bugle humility composed sweet forgiveness thawing across frozen ground casting light eternally carrying its sound