Grandpa was a healer
His medicine his words
He was only 5’5”
But what he lacked in size
He made up for with elephant eyes
The day that Grandpa died
Was the day I first opened my eyes
And now they turn to me
As the trunk of the tree
But I worry it just ain’t in me
So I’m sounding the well and I’m listening for bells
I’d believe if I knew what that means
I’m searching the gutters and removing shutters
I see through most everything
The tourniquet years
The finding of all I am able
The tourniquet years
The ocean is meant as a fable
It’s true I’ve loved some women
And lost them along the way
But I give what I take
And they do the same
I can’t say I feel any shame
I’ve walked from coast to coast
And I’ve learned how it hurts to boast
And just like my brother
I’d fight before smother
We’ll roll through the world just like thunder
So I’m sounding the well and I’m listening for bells
I’d believe if I knew what that means
I’m searching the gutters and removing shutters
I see through most everything
The tourniquet years
The finding of all I am able
The tourniquet years
The ocean is meant as a fable

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