Grandfathers Graves

God, I need an answer, at least I want it
If you can talk from a cross, can you recover what I lost?
And if I can’t get an answer, could you at least nod your head?
If you can raise up the dead, could you just put one good thing in my bed?

The last night my grandfather slept in my bed
Was the last time I thought of myself as a good man
Late at night, under a frozen sky
I kissed my father, and we both forgot who was the child

I’ve seen a lot of bad in my thirty-odd years
Bastards born to highschool girls and
Old men ground up in gears
Late at night, lying in bed with my wife
How can I sleep when my brother’s outside shivering?

Keep your eyes on the clock, six is coming around
To save you from the sleep that’s holding you down
Underwater, like the graves of my fathers, generations ago
If I resemble them now, it’s because this tent is my home
On the day I give it up, you’ll imagine my ghost
Go get a good book and read it
Wipe the tears from my wife if she’s weeping

God, I need an answer, at least I want it
If you can raise up the dead, could you just put one nice thought in my head?