Story Behind The Song

Just thinking about sacrifices firefighters sometimes make after a bad fire season in my area

Song Description

Proust it's not

Lyrics

Dad's truck sits in the driveway

Been there since late last week

All his relatives have come to visit

And the neighbors on his street

Dad's gone to a better place they say


Been away a couple of days

He might be at a brush fire

Saving homes out near LA

But his mom is really quiet

He can't tell the reason why

When he asks "Mom, what's the matter" she says

Nothing son....just got something in my eye

Maybe it's the weather

Or something in the air

That makes them all so quiet

In the dark clothes that they wear

His grandpa doesn't want to play

Just stares out at the clouds

And he looks like he wants to hit somebody

Whenever people talk too loud


And if he didn't know better

He thinks his grandpa's gonna cry

And the old man sees him watching and says

Don't mind me boy...just got something in my eye





Then a big red fire truck drives up

And a big black man steps out

He has bandages all over

But he walks up without a doubt

He says: your poppa saved my life son

And three more of his crew

But he went back for another

There was nothing we could do...

They all look down at the little boy

Who finally understands

His daddy won't be with him

As he learns to be a man

And he thinks he's got to be grown up

And he'll give it his best try

And if anyone should ask him if he's sad he's gonna say

I've just got something in my eye





© 2007 Richard McLaughlin