Family Tree

They say don’t bite the hand that feeds you
Son, this land was once your home
Don’t be so quick to leave all of it
As you journey on your own

But I knew my time it was comin’
When I’d leave this all behind
Lookin’ bright into the western blue
Hopin’ that myself I’d find

So I packed my bags ten years ago
Had to get out on my way
Never knowin’ where the wind would blow
Perhaps I did, but wouldn’t say

You see this life I want that I want lived in me
It keeps comin’ up for air
Every time that I feel it might be real
Makes me all the more aware

But every time you question me with that same sad look in your eye
Well I can see myself
Turns out there’s not so much space between you and I

So don’t bother me with answers
Don’t lay at bein’ concerned
Just keep rollin’ on as though nothing’s wrong
Never ask me what I’ve learned

Exchange your silence for my insanity
As if I wondered off too far
But if this road’s somehow my salvation now
I might end up where you are

Still every time you look my way, it’s with confusion and some fear
Where has he gone, my son?
Will I be seein’ him again this year?

Oh son, will you be comin’ back our way?
Forget the things, the things we’ll never say
Oh son, does it even cross your mind
That you and me, we’re two of the same kind?

So don’t ask me where I’m goin’
Don’t even ask me where I’ve been
Just listen to these songs of pressing on
Of leaning into the wind

I may confuse you until I amaze you
I might take where you don’t want to go
But if you just hang on, you may see what I’m on to
My life might truly show

Lord knows we’re all just standin’ ’round, all wondering who we should be
Playin’ at being someone else
When you’re just you and I’m just me

ALBUM(S):

From In Search of a Unified Theory (2007) and LIVE: Deconstructing the American Dream (2006)

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