Stephen Kellogg - Thanksgiving lyrics

Oh thanksgiving, the harvest draws to a close Pride of man will swallow him, for he reaps what he sows Oh living, it's harder every day Only in the darkness can you see you've lost your way I recollect the Rose of Sharon had come back again The trees were blowing in the breeze all high above my head When a cavalcade of memories appeared to me in words I wished I'd said From that point on a song stayed in my thoughts most of the time But when I tried to sing it out loud it would always leave my mind Like the things you know are true, but never can explain when you get asked A melody floating just within your grasp, it goes… When I was a child I always remember The way I would feel, 4th Thursday November My uncles would play, there would be music And I was taking it in Only much later, I noticed the drinking The feeling my family was growing and sinking St. Petersburg Palace stain gla** in sun They were well on their way I had only begun So boy meets a girl, Venus and Adonis Friendship on fire, adulthood upon us They teach you to fly, then spend all of their time Standing over you, clipping your wings Where there was a me, there could be an us I dreamt about money, she talked about trust She is my axis, d**h is by foxes And we were well on our way, in America, this is home Stories, everybody's got one This is mine, you will have your own Nothing like the real thing, nothing like it Cleaner than Christmas or our wedding day I knew her father was pissed, though he wouldn't say it I would be too and someday I will be No kid could be good enough Taking on Sunday, taking on owls Catching a glimpse of the wolf as it howls Got a lot of nice things, got a really nice house Done is so beautiful On Father's Day, I'm thinking of mothers I can only suppose they're thinking of others Insurance is up, it came in the mail Yeah it k**s me what they're charging for little white pills I blow through the years like a mother defending its own And I fear, I'm driving on spare tires Seems like I'll never get home, like I'll never get home Like I'm getting threadbare I can't find my way, she showed me the map I still can't believe I acted like that Just follow your heart up past most of the brain If you get lost at reason, move down past pain I'll see you in court, bring your raincoat I'm keeping the kids, I'm keeping the house It takes minutes to make us a baby And years to remember what that was about America, this is home Stories, everybody's got one When we die what will we have done? Nothing like the real thing, nothing like it It's snowing in April, something's changing in me It's the sound of a heart getting clean baby I traded in booze for loads of caffeine And my friends they traded in me Another Thanksgiving and I'm all alone My favorite holiday and nobody's home No shame in the past, no pride in the future I know, believe I know Those years we spent talking, learning to agree The truth is I'm just thankful you tolerated me So many thorns, not enough roses My girls as they sleep, the eye as it closes This year for Thanksgiving I'm keeping my list short No one gets married, no one gets divorced Can you imagine? What if the world could stand still for even a day? If there was no crime, no rape and no k**ing Addictions suspended, no cutting or drilling If everyone took the day off and hung out with their friends Their favorite friends I know what you're saying, it's not realistic I've heard it my whole life, look at the statistics But lucky for us, I'm not a guy that gives up I never give up, I go… Oh Thanksgiving, the harvest draws to a close Redemption is a bugle humility composed Sweet forgiveness, thawing across frozen ground Casting light eternally, carrying its sound