Admin Reveal/Take Cover

I had a dream about dad late last night
Thirtyish and drunk as hell watching TV on the settee
In the screened-in porch

I’m working it out
I’m working it out
I’m working it out
I’m working it out

What’s a few more hundred beers, dad?
Sober up and get clear
You’ve got a couple of years
Didn’t hear a word I said
He got up and weaved his way to bed
Couldn’t even kick off his shoes

Well I’m working it out
I’m working it out
I’m working it out
I’m working it out

I had a dream about mom a few months ago
On the swings with Dot in the Scofield playground lot
Near the Gainesville mall

I’m working it out
I’m working it out
I’m working it out
I’m working it out

She walked by the jungle Jim and the grove of live oak we were in
And looked around
Dot screamed over at my ma, she didn’t recognize us at all
And kept walking on

I’m working it out
I’m working it out
I’m working it out
I’m working it out