I remember The hail of red clay rocks Fom your lame chucking arm The boys, the hill And the wild lines home from work Silent stairs we crept before your mom at the tv had a clue She never talked to me or to you But when we would have a game Up there she would shout your name And the record we'd hush She'd go away We'd dim the light in your room And we would play You were more like a girl every time We'd fall asleep to the tune as the walls spun round Light flashed, life stopped With you, lee Under bed sheets A tent we had made there Were things as I remember Hard things for you as a man you left angry Oh Lee, how a child can wine I'm done telling lies to mine There's no deal in it all He needs to hear All the things we're pining for All that's carried far from sure We were bitter about what remains I'm not telling him now Just the same You were a dream when you painted your eyes Mighty you were like a sail on a heaving sky