You'll Be Okay

A boy nine years of age
Slips on a curb slick with snow
Mother's dreams beginning to fade
Facing a hard row to hoe
Facing a hard row to hoe

Sister's on the other side of the street
Mother looks on full of weariness
Father's been gone eight years this week
Daughter's shows too much experience
Daughter's shows too much experience

Close your eyes, fly over the fields
Shifting left, shifting right
Out of touch with how you feel
All's left to do is hang on tight
All's left to do is hang on tight

Special order screwed up again
Father's attention is of no use
Made him crawl plumb out of his skin
When he rolled the second duce
When he rolled the second duce

Lost his wage once again
Nothing to send to the wife and kids
The man said no more money will I lend
Desperation circles what he did
Desperation circles what he did

Close your eyes, fly over the fields
Shifting left, shifting right
Out of touch with how you feel
All's left to do is hang on tight
All's left to do is hang on tight

Looking over the edge far below
The river slips through jagged rocks
Surely there's another way to go
All he's got to do is simply stop
All he's got to do is simply stop

Mother tents fingers at the table
Sister sits alone staring at the sky
Brother hopes he is able
Father turns for home as cars slip by
Father turns for home as cars slip by

Walk away, turn your back
Nothing left to do, no right to say
Ignore things that you lack
Make it over the pass, you'll be Okay
Make it over the pass, you'll be Okay