Cheap Suit

There's a man in a cheap suit Holding a beer can Standing on his back porch Looking out past the highway The sun is going down In a field of dry corn And the slider keeps catching And the screen is torn His tie is loose His socks are thin He shakes the can once And goes back in He walks between his children And the television glow To the kitchen for another To the living room alone There's a knock-off Gibson Leaning in the corner Where he left it the last time He felt like this He pushes on the tuners With his eyes shut tight Runs out a figure with his left hand Until the chord sounds right When he sings he looks so far away Like there's something He almost remembers And doesn't know how to say I see him from the doorway I see that look in his eye And I know I'm going to go there Where my father's dreams lie