OF MISSING PERSONS - Jackson Browne


    Your father was a rounder
    He played that rock and roll
    A leaper and a bounder
    Down to his gypsy soul
    The music was his angel
    And sorrow was his star
    And those of us who follow
    Might hope to reach as far

    They're walking slow in Houston
    Speechless in D.C.
    There's no way I could tell you
    What he meant to me

    Your mother's a survivor
    She'll do what must be done
    Her children will revive her
    And help her see the sun
    She almost knew that unison
    But the singing stopped too soon
    Now she shares the silence
    With a man up in the moon

    To speak of missing persons
    Tonight there's only one
    And we all carry with us what the man's begun

    And you can sing this song
    On July the Fourth
    In the sunny south and the frozen north
    It's a day of loss, it's your day of birth
    Does it take a death to learn what a life is worth?

    Your brothers are all older
    And they'll take it in their stride
    The world's a little colder
    But manhood's on their side
    Now you're the little girl-child
    And you look so much like him
    And he's right there inside you
    Each time you want to sing

    Sing of missing persons
    Tonight there's only one
    But he's where you can find him when it's said and done

    And we will sing this song
    On July the Fourth
    From the sunny south and the frozen north
    This will always be your day of birth
    May you always see what your life is worth

    (c) 1980 INARA MUSIC / ASCAP

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