These Years - Robert Earl Keen

Down the hill

Through the light

Past the city jail

I watch and walk

Every night

I wondered who to tell

How can I tell my father?

HeЂ™s been gone all these years

I couldnЂ™t tell my father

I couldnЂ™t bear the tears

I was lost

In a rage

DidnЂ™t ever mean to be

Now the cost

Has set the stage

And it will bury me