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, there’s 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 and the families downtown.
You jealous bitter old man, it’s just yourself you can’t stand.
The man that took away your wife, coward that left you behind,
You would kill them both if you could. (Kill them both if you could)
Head down, cigarette in hand.
Concrete, cold brick and sando the place where she prays,
Where 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.
The family plot will be filled.
The perfect ending to a tragedy.
Put her in the cold wet ground.
Finally at peace with her husband now.
Lost all will, empty house.
Hours strain, but months pass alone with your gun.
Blue-collar shipyard, your days have gone.