I shut my eyes to the midday sun
and feel the warmth, it surrounds me.
As I wonder what, is yet to come,
This world, as of yet, it still confounds me.

So I walk on down, the hot dusty road,
As I think of whats left of my family.
My brothers, oh, like seeds on the wind,
They scatter to escape this harsh reality.

For my father-o, is long past his prime
He feels it in each step and every memory.
His friends are all gone, his hair: no longer blonde
It's been too long, three-quarters of a century.

My mother cares, for her mother and my dad,
Though she, now too is getting older.
And all she wants, in this God-forsaken world
Is her sons to come home married and sober.

All of these things, they echo round my mind,
but so do my own dreams and my desires.

Only twenty years I've lived
The love they needn't give
In the sun, these thoughts will make a man perspire.