Tear of the Clouds

And Jesus wept for he'd given you life

But now here you sit with a pocket knife

Carving his name into the bark of a tree

Your mother was a beat off from lost

Your father was a second-hand shop

Full of dead dreams and violent serenades

And that house by the lake

That we watched come up from rafters

It burned down yesterday

I wish I saw the look on your face

Make no mistake, it's a tear of the clouds on my face

And demons left you to sort it all out

So now here you sit, all empty bottles around

Trying to drown yourself from the inside out

Your mother was paralyzed by her dreams

They all failed her, so maybe you would be a spark

Turned out to be a dead-end street

And that house by the lake

That we watched come up from rafters

It burned down yesterday

I wish I saw the look on your face

Make no mistake

I will make no mistake

I will remember you this way

With a tear of the clouds on my face