my mother said things are fine and turned the
other way my troubles she said go way back far
before your day but things are all right she said
it's all right you could see it on her face her
days of praise had gone astray and moved on to
another place

my father threw up his arms in a cold aggressive
rage i've been fightin my conscience years now
every single day we live alone now but no one is
to blame his days away go unexplained things will
never be the same

what's there to pray about? letting go is not so
simple what's there to pray about? i should have
picked another hero