text: Last night I dreamed that I was a child
  Out where the pines grow wild and tall
  I was trying to make it home through the forest
  Before the darkness, darkness falls
  I heard the wind rustling through the trees
  And ghostly voices rose from the fields
  I ran with my heart pounding down that broken path
  With the devil snappin at my heels
  I broke through the trees and there in the night
  My father’s house stood shining hard and bright
  The branches and brambles tore my clothes and scratched my arms
  But I ran til I fell shaking in his arms
  I awoke and I imagined the hard things that pulled us apart
  Will never again tear us from each others hearts
  I got dressed and to his house I did ride
  From out on the road I could see its windows shining in light
  I walked up the steps and I stood on the porch
  And a woman I didn’t recognize she came and spoke to me through a chained door
  I told her my story and who Id come for
  She said Im sorry son, but no one by that name
  Lives here anymore
  Now those whose love we wanted but didnt get, we emulate them. Thats the only way we have, in our power, to get the closeness and love that we needed and desired. So when I was a young man looking for a voice to meld with mine, to sing my songs and to tell my stories, well I chose my fathers voice. Because there was something sacred in it to me. And when I went looking for something to wear, I put on a factory workers clothes, because they were my dads clothes. And all we know about manhood is what we have seen and what we have learned from our fathers, and my father was my hero. And my greatest foe. Not long after he died, I had this dream, I’m on stage, I’m in front of thousands of people, and my dads back from the dead and he’s sitting in the audience and suddenly Im kneeling next to him in the aisle, and for a moment we both watched the man on fire on stage. And then my dad who for years, he sat at the kitchen table, unreachable, but I was too young, I was too stupid to understand was his depression. Well I kneel next to him in the aisle, and I brush his forearm, and I say, Look dad. That guy on stage - thats how I see you.
  My fathers house shines hard and bright
  It stands like a beacon calling me in the night
  Calling and calling so cold and alone
  Shining ’cross this dark highway
  Where our sins lie unatoned