Bruce Springsteen - My Father's House
Last night I dreamed that I was a child out where the pines grow wild and tallI was trying to make it home through the forest before the darkness fallsI heard the wind rustling through the trees and ghostly voices rose from thefieldsI ran with my heart pounding down that broken pathWith the devil snappin' at my heelsI broke through the trees, and there in the nightMy father's house stood shining hard and bright the branches and brambles toremy clothes and scratched my armsBut I ran till I fell, shaking in his armsI awoke and I imagined the hard things that pulled us apartWill never again, sir, tear us from each other's heartsI got dressed, and to that house I did ride from out on the road, I could seeits windows shining in lightI walked up the steps and stood on the porch a woman I didn't recognize came andspoke to me through a chained doorI told her my story, and who I'd come forShe said "I'm sorry, son, but no one by that name lives here anymore"My father's house shines hard and bright it stands like a beacon calling me inthe nightCalling and calling, so cold and alone
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