Anika Moa - My Old Man lyrics

My old man is a lonely tree Sitting on a branch in a lonely sea When I first met him I thought how Could he have let my mother down But my old man he came to see me He put his hand in mine and said he loved me Well I was burned up with ill feeling But his eyes they said it all I forgave him for his fall And in the summer he's a summer breeze Shooting at all his possibilities He prays to god to fix him up But he plays with the devil to fill his cup My old man is good at singing He plays the guitar like Carlos Santana should have done To be a broken man it hurts his feelings But we are what we have done Sweet souls setting in the sun My old man is as soft as rain Humming through the night to forget his pain It runs through the family from what I hear But it only draws me near My old man is good at singing He plays the guitar like Carlos Santana should have done To be a broken man it hurts his feelings But we are what we have done Sweet souls setting in the sun