Sound Advice from Your Old Man

While the engine hum

Lulls your eyelids down

Headphones on the ride

Play some rickie lee

The movie in my eyes

It’s scored by her inside my head

I can see your father

In your profile shape

Silhouetted in the window frame

I have heard you whisper

Lose your voice in vein

Though the words are yours

The echo’s the same

Different outlook, girl

Wearing different shades

You stare at the fire

Looks warm and giving

I see a desire to eat the woods surrounding it

You can see my father

On a check left blank

That’s not all he passed, his family name

We are due for trouble

It’s a numbers game

Though the words are mine

The echo’s the same

When it rains it pours

Heard that once or twice

Sound advice from your

Old man getting old

When it rains it pours

He'll be keeping score

Whether or not you’re

Weathering the storm

When it rains it pours

Hang our heads around

Same greyhound bound for

Northern california

It rains it true

Falls ahead of you

Some good fortune, sure

Don’t hold your breath for

When it rains it pours

Heard that once or twice

Sound advice from your

Old man getting older

He will clutch you tight

Spinning on the tire

You see warm and loving

I see a desire to knock the kid around a bit

We will be our fathers

When our children blink

We will see them sooner than you think

They will whisper wisdom

Passing down the chain

But the words are just the echoed refrain

When it rains it pours

When it rains it pours

Sound advice from your

Old man getting old

When it rains it pours

When it rains it pours

Well it turns out you’re

Weathering the storm

When it rains it pours

When it rains it pours