Twenty seven years since these hands grasped this fence
Twenty seven tears, twenty seven fears, twenty seven beers
Twenty seven attempts to turn past chaos into sense
And now the ringing has resumed within my ears
Hauntingly, the house stands abandonded and small
The August heat, dry and relentless, house begging forgiveness
Far from night, but I was six when darkness began to fall
Fence stands naked and warped with years of brutal ignorance
Twenty seven years since my eyes bled from the beatings
Twenty seven tears, twenty seven fears, twenty seven beers
Twenty seven years of group and the hell of those meetings
And now the ringing has resumed within my ears
The grass long since gone, the earth dry and cracked
Like the palms of his hands, calloused and rough
The spot on the sagging porch where his bags sat finally packed
And five years when mom laid down her life having had enough
Twenty seven years since I walked away from this place
Twenty seven tears, twenty seven fears, twenty seven beers
Twenty seven years of trying to outrun the wicked pace
And now the ringing has resumed within my ears
