Hollow

Hollow

This song is for my sons. The lessons we pass on to our children are never quite those we intend.

When I was a young man
I blamed my tools
And bought and sold from day to day
So freely
When I was a young man
I blamed my tools
And bought and sold from day to day
So free

And the dreams I taught my sons to dream
They were smaller than I meant
The horizon’s so much nearer when
You kneel to pay the rent

When I was a young man
I drew straight lines
And crossed the border day to day
So freely
When I was a young man
I drew straight lines
And crossed the border day to day
So free

And the dreams I taught my sons to dream
Were a compromise at best
The horizon’s so much nearer when
You kneel to pay the rent

When I was a young man
I paid no mind
And played the numbers day to day
So freely
When I was a young man
I paid no mind
And played the numbers day to day
So free

And the dreams I taught my sons to dream
They were smaller than I meant
The horizon’s so much nearer when
You kneel to pay the rent
And the dreams I taught my sons to dream
Were the means but not the end
The horizon’s so much nearer when
You kneel to pay the rent

© T Ashworth 2018