At Peace

You've got to find her, you've got to find her Your mother ain’t fit to be alone Her rosary beads are gone, only one place she’d be The sun is nearly up, put your jacket back on And walk down the street Feel the wind start to shift, cold and biting Just like everything that’s changed When you do find her (When you do find her) Take the only family that you’ve got back to home Head down, walk through the crowds, families downtown Jealous bitter old man, just yourself you can’t stand Man that took away your wife, coward left you behind Kill them both if you could (Kill them both if you could) Head down, cigarette in hand Concrete, cold brick and sand To the place where she prays, she suffers her days Sleepless nights with the dirt when the addiction hurts Up to that old white oak door church (And that’s where you find her in that last pew) You touch her cold hand, your mother is gone In front of her God, needle in her arm Family plot will be filled Perfect ending to a tragedy Put her in cold wet ground Finally at peace with her husband now Lost all will Hours strain, but months pass alone with your gun Blue-collar shipyard, your days have gone Lost it all for the promise of a normal life All taken from you when you lost your wife So you sit in that chair Waiting for death Barrel to your head