Lyrics

Davy

Down the street your friends are laughing
Behind the cigarettes they smoke
Turning all the neighborhood pain
Into a rotten joke

You fix yourself a lonely breakfast
And peek into your momma's room
I guess she didn't make it home last night
She'll probably be home soon

Sometimes you think of something Grandpa said
"The world can nail him to a cross, but God is never dead."

You close and lock the door behind you
And put your dog out on a chain
She looks into your eyes
Feels like it's gonna rain

Hey Davy, get up on your bike and ride
The wind will blow the tears right off your face
And no one's gonna know you cried
This morning

You ride right past the school and you keep moving
Aint a living soul who's gonna care
Heading for the woods and for the river
Cruising through the morning air

In Grandpa's room there was a picture
And on the back there was a prayer
And he said, "Davy, Good Lord always hears you.
Never think that he don't care."

Now Davy, get up on your bike and ride
And when you feel the wind against your tears
Remember even Jesus cried

You're coming home in time for supper
Looks like all the supper's gone
Momma's sleeping on the sofa
With the TV on

Hey Davy, that's alright
Close your eyes now
You're not gonna cry alone
Hey Davy, that's alright
Close your eyes, child
You're not gonna cry alone tonight