Tall Man - Matthew Logan Vasquez

Well, he stumbled out

The tall man from Oklahoma

Yes, he had his doubts

Whether he should drive or try to spend the night

In the back of his car

Well he didn’t get far

He blacked out in the yard

He woke up in the grass

Underneath the stars

Like a knife in the head

He thought that he was sober enough for this

He called his dad and told him what he thought of him

«Well Dad, these shoes I fill

Well, they’re all covered in shit

You took the goodness in my life and then you buried it»

He didn’t get a reply

The landline clicked and then he started to cry

The same old dad back in '98

When he had run away

For about a month or so

Hitchhiked to San Antonio

His daddy didn’t notice

That he ran away

About a minute went by

The Maglite beamed directly to his eyes

The gated community of his father’s estate

They pushed him in the wind

And behind the wheel

What did the neighbors think?

Hell, Andy and June have got a drunk for a son

As he swerved down the road

He said life is like a mirror, yes, it’s getting old

I recognize that man from my younger years

The one who thought he could change

White knuckle promises broken

And the drink had stayed the same

But I know I can change, yes I know I can change

I know I can change, yes I know I can change

I know I can change, yes I know I can change

Well, I know I can change, yes I know I can change