I parked my car on Parsons Lane Walked a mile to my father's front gate He sat on the porch out of the rain It's always too early but never too late Talked until the stars fell asleep Little time when the years run fast Lots of creases in my shirt to keep Lots of streets full of devils and dust Called it quits around mid mornin' Went inside to get somethin' to eat Pa's asleep on the porch and snorin' Dreamin' about the sons he wanted to meet Slump back in my chair and watch the cars roll by Endless roads and neigbourhoods Engines in need of oil and fixin'
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