Saw Wheel - Rocking Chair

I went for a walk,
Thought maybe it would clear my head.
The city streets were dull and gray.
Gasoline and rain
Form puddle that run
From the sidewalk to the clay.
In the spirit of adventure
Or lack of better choice,
I take the long way home.
Through alleyways and trailer parks
And empty parking lots,
I just let myself roam.

It takes me back
to when I was young
and I didn't have a care.
Almost everything except those memories are gone
and that empty rocking chair.

There's a black and white photo
in the corner of my room.
It's a man I never knew.
It's my father's father.
You can see it in his eyes,
A boxer and bootlegger too.
On the living room wall
There's a photo of a man,
And he's got me on his knee.
It's my mother's father,
A sinner and a saint,
But on the porch we'd rock with ease.