Grandma's singing in the bedroom

It's a near forgotten lullaby

That she used to sing when I wasn't well

Father's outside chopping firewood

Like he did when he'd been drinking

Or when he and mom were at it again.

Grandpa's rocking chair is rocking

I can hear the wood complaining

And the idle taps as he empties his pipe

I do my best to just ignore them

But the sound always finds me

Despite them being dead and gone.

I hear them all the time

I hear them all the time

I hear them all the time

I hear them all the time.

I hear you all the time

I feel you in my mind

I cannot sleep, but I'm tryin'

I hear you all the time.