Lyrics

Making the hard way between youth and midlife
Your way was obstructed by murky extremes
Heartbreak, misfortune, vagueness, disquiet
They clouded perception and darkened your dreams
You wandered far places both dusty and verdant
Low plains and high mountains, meandering streams.
Aberration, frustration, chronic depression–
Pulled at your reason and ripped up the seams.

Towering pine trees; a fox scrapes the holly
The weather is changing, becoming the Fall
Echoes in canyons… sounds without owners.
I listen to phantom response and the call.
Shadowy mountains, they loom over your head
And ghostly blue moonlight shines over all
How did you end up like this, feeling lost
and alone as you faced an impassable wall?

I didn’t know the clues
I couldn’t read the signs
Why didn’t I get the vital warning?

Bisbee and Hayfork, remote little townships
Each scar on the atlas a mark of distress
The sounds echo louder with each passing decade
Your voice asks for something that I must address
I relive those moments; I'm helpless as always
My thoughts of contrition I cannot suppress
I took care of myself, I saw what I wanted.
The depth of your struggle I never would guess

How come I couldn’t see?
Where did I miss the clue?
Why didn’t I know that you were hurting?

I second guess myself
Even after all these years
I stand in front of you and ask forgiveness

All I know is the rest is silence