Hawley

He was baptized in the river

Under gray skies of November

Father cried, then wiped his eyes

And this is what he said

You could die today

You could die today

Don't change in any way

You could die today

You could die today

I'm so proud of what you done

Father left that December

With a woman who had no children

Mother cried over napkins

And this is what she said

I could die today

I could die today

There's nothing left to hate

I could die today

I could die today

Mother sent him to a city

With no river and no family

He played his guitar on the corner

And this is what he sang

We run from what we hate

We run from what we hate

We make homes out of clay

Then run from what we hate

We run from what we hate

And I could die today

I could die today