Hannah Holliday’s Son

In a gentle way he would ride his bike
In a gentle way he'd smoke leaves at night
All the heavy thoughts would float away
Never had a god but he liked to pray

Calling out to the people
In the shade of the steeple
All it took was a blue jay
To make him feel peaceful

In a funny way found himself alone
Funny now his hair is getting overgrown
Underneath it all there is a dying smile
Says he's sick of small talk in the grocery aisle

Look at him something's not right
Without a friend on the beach at night
Just the squawk of a seagull
Can make him feel uptight

But he would go and ride an empty train
When alone he'd sing his mother's name
Her name was Hannah Holliday
And while she knows he sings her name
She prays he finds a weather-vane
With a robin perched and peaceful
That can sing him home to her again
But in the rain nothing is flying
On the train he's only hiding
And he sees the busy people
And feels alone on the train in the rain

In a gentle way he will ride his bike
On a crooked path by the beach at night
Why the heavy thoughts; what's he got to pray
Calling to the birds, don't fly away

Then he sees all the people
In the shade of the steeple
So he turns to the blue jay
Says show me what's peaceful
When he sees all the people
In the shade of the steeple
He calls out to the blue jay
Says show me what's peaceful