I wake up At witching hour From a nightmare A fear encounters My hope devoured Family fleeing Shifting ravine The last to leap The first to feel Nothing below my feet I shake it off Off to Decatur Say Dad I love you I'll see you later I hope I'll see you later I meet a man With skilled hands But there's a darkness That heavily hangs In the air it heavily hangs I work hard Until the morning Water and coffee My life supporting Then I find myself mourning again Mourning again Mourning again Again And again I think of mom Saying there is a reason For every painful And joyful season There is a reason But right now I can't believe her Am I a John? Am I a Peter? Or tragic creature? Now this truck Is shifting gears While my mind Is sifting fears Like a fulltime job But this drive Is a slice of heaven When I just listen To the wind Rushing the cabin And in my heart