Tony Asch - Dad's Farm

The dirty city rain, leaving streaks across my windshield
On the highway to the suburbs and beyond
The city monster grows; swallows lonely country roads
'Till the buildings stand with nothing in between
Nature's green; American dreams
Don't exist in harmony any more
And everything, it seems so useless sometimes, to me
Alone, I ask myself, 'What for? What for?'

But Dad's farm still stands proudly in that space
Outside of the human race, for awhile
And late at nigh on the porch swing
As the heavy trucks roll by;
Far enough out of sight to be forgotten,
I pretend that I am free

And he sits and tells me stories, with his briar pipe a'glowing
In the pale moonlight dancing off the trees
And I sit with him and listen to his old, enchanting stories
And I find, again, that part of me
The city street have tried to lock away

A gunshot sounds
A siren howls
The city never sleeps
A young man dies
A mother cries
They say it's up to me to keep the peace
But this gun and badge don't mean a thing
When people are forgotten
When life itself is looked upon as cheap
And for every honest officer, there's one whose soul is rotten
And it seems the good ones always take the bullets and the heat

But Dad says, 'It don't matter what the others do around you
What counts is what you do with what you know.'
He says, 'An honest man don't live looking back over his shoulder,
Fearing things that he's done long ago.'

And he sits and tells me stories, with his briar pipe a'glowing
In the pale moonlight dancing off the trees
And I sit with him and listen to his old, enchanting stories
And I find, again, that part of me
The city street have tried to lock away

I remember what you say
I carry it with me every day
In this city
In this city
In this city...

Written by:
Tony Asch

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