Some Mother’s Son

Listen:

The blue of the sky is the color
Of the boy’s empty eyes
The sun is bright and warm
The Spring birds sing love songs as they fly
He sees none of this, oblivious
To simple happiness
Vibrating in his frame, fevered in his brain
Slave to the dance

House on a little hill
in wealth and comfort
There is his Mother still
It’s been nearly two years
Since in fear and despair
She slammed the door and turned away
Though she sees him every day in the pictures on the wall
She cannot speak his name
She sees his Father’s eyes and though they never cry
He’s drowning in his shame,
Wondering if he’s to blame.

His friends are all gone
His bridges burned
As he stole from those he loved
You turn your back on hope and dreams
On Nature’s blues and greens
The warmth of the Sun above
The body and the mind know only times of being high
And the agony between
He rides the Heroin Wheel, it’s the junkies life to steal
In the shadows you make your deals

For a while he came clean
A day to day routine
And always on the edge
Still he couldn’t make it home
He was sober and alone
The day he turned nineteen
He walked into the store and there was silence on the floor
When they saw the nylons on his head
The clerk once had been his friend and though their eyes met
Not a word was said

He made him one last deal
To ride the heroin wheel
And locked the door behind
Hands shaking he held the phone
Half dialed the number home
Before he changed his mind
The apartment grew so cold as the long night grew so old
And morning seemed so far away
Only the fridge though empty hummed along
Patient for the day

The blue of the sky is the color
Of the boy’s vacant eyes
The sun is bright and warm and the Spring birds sing love songs as they fly
He can see none of this, oblivious
To the cops banging on his door
When they finally break their way in
The warrant can’t be served
On the boy upon the floor
The warrant can’t be served
on the Mother’s Son upon the floor …