By a parent, about parents and children,
and we've all been children if not parents.
lyrics
I don't believe in God
I don't believe in ghosts
I do believe we live beyond our time
You won't find me in Heaven
I hope I'm not in Hell
I might be in our daughters' hearts and minds
And what will they remember?
What tales will they tell?
Will they recall sudden words of anger
Or draw softer tears from memory's well?
By the end of every day
I try to find a way
To give those girls reason to sleep well
But it's sometimes hard work praised
Sometimes voices raised
And sometimes we need a final bell
And what will they remember?
What tales will they tell?
Will they recall sudden words of anger
Or draw softer tears from memory's well?
Don't you hope that as they sleep
Our children only keep
Visions of happiness and light?
Alas it's surely true
The brush at times holds blue
As those dreamers paint memories at night
And what will they remember?
What tales will they tell?
Will they recall sudden words of anger
Or draw softer tears from memory's well?
I don't believe in God
I don't believe in ghosts
I do believe we live beyond our time
credits
from Letters Home,
released July 23, 2008
John MacLean: vocal and acoustic guitar
Seth Connelly: upright bass and piano
Valerie Thompson: cello
