Your mother Rose
Died of cancer
Your father is dying
Of cancer
The ******* and Colon
Are tender things

My parents are dead to me,
Broken, and stolen
This makes us orphans
The beings we meet in our lives
Take us home
We engage with others, place them
In our hearts, and keep movin
On the road
Always gotta go
Somewhere that we've never
Been before
Wake up in a parking lot
In a different state
From last night
Livin in a mobile home
Rolling from the east to west coast