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Words and Music Damian Boucher
"WE WERE WRONG"
A faded photograph is his only memory
of a childhood dark and cold. As the waves
of the winter sea.
In the summer of '59, at the shore of old Cape Cod.
The sand was strewn with dad's beer cans, the sun
bright as God.
He never smiled for the family portraits.
In spite of his fathers screams.
No one knew, what a drink could do
to the bonds of a family.
We were wrong mixing love and poison
we were wrong living lives that were frozen
We were wrong, Oh we were wrong
In the summer of '69 fumbling through
the night. This freckled face young man,
looking for a fight.
A misty eyed young lady with such a lonely face.
He buys her some tropical drinks,
Says "Honey let's blow this place."
The drinks pave the illusion to the back
seat of his car. He sure knew what the drinks would do
to the girls he met in the bars.
A teary eyed young girl scratches at his screen.
She screams I'm with your baby, You are my only
dream. He walks her to the alter, vows to thee I wed.
Smiles for the family portrait, thinking he'd be better
He chugs another pint of whiskey outside the reception hall.
Everyone knew what the drink could do, As they watched the young man fall.
A faded photograph brings back his memory.
His soul was Drunk and died long ago
from scars of the oldest disease.
In the summer of '89 at the shore of a new frontier.
He tries to smile about the past, his eyes swell with tears.
He tears up the family portrait and chucks it in the deep blue sea.
He sure knew what the drink could do to the bonds of a family.