Son of the Sea - Bill Callahan

The house is full of life

Life is change

Even death is not stable

The house is full of whatever I bring to the table

If there is no supper, the children look to me

Then to the table and then to the sea

A son of a fisherman, like I used to be

I spent many a day staring out at that sea

Water apologizes for sorrow endlessly

And what change will come when our will is done?

I got married to my wife, she’s lovely

And I had a son

Giving birth nearly killed me

Some say I died

And all that survived was my lullabies

The panic room is now a nursery

And there’s renovators renovating constantly

In the winter, the water is frank with me

Says, «Son, there is still a fisherman out on that sea

And he’s looking for his family

He’s looking for his family

He’s looking for the son of the sea

He’s looking for the son of the sea»