Father

Your head is so deep in the box
So you cannot rise up from it
The world is getting cold
You got so numb while you played with it
Forgot your heart on the road
How are you filling up the empty seats?
Your hands are getting cold
While you’re looking for another treat
A glimpse of heat

And I’ll be
Running from you
Oh father if you could just hear me
I’m tired of running, I’m tired of running

And I’ll be
Running from you
Oh father if you could just hear me
I’m tired of running, I’m tired of running from you

Father, father
Father, father
Father, father
Father, father

You’re so obsessed with your high
Cloud nine didn’t make an ease
And I can see your road
Lights out by the end of it

I feel so bad for you now
While you’re cleaning up your wounds to heal
Tell me, what’s the point?
When you’re looking for that other need to make it bleed

And I’ll be
Running from you
Oh father if you could just hear me
I’m tired of running,
I’m tired of running from you

Father, father
Father, father
Father, father
Father, father

“May all beings everywhere plagued
With suffering of body and mind
Quickly be freed from their illness
May those frightened cease to be afraid
And may those bound be free
May the powerless find power
And may people think of each other.”