Handmade Guns
April, in her stable
Fooling with her frozen salt block
Takes him, if she's able
From the house down to the dock
The water, oh the water
Ebbs and flows with his breath
His silence doesn't falter
Like a grave or an empty bed
The house was on fire
And through tears watched the son
As he loaded his weapon
Preparing to run
Handmade guns
Father holds his hands out to the sun
Razor tongues
Words of lightning finally come
Robbed by the hands of his only son
Careening through the screen door
Drunk, and all alone
Sending bottles at the Bradfords
Cursing his only home
He said: I am not like you
I know when to go
You're shaking that old globe
Praying for snow
Handmade guns
Father holds his hands out to the son
Razor tongues
Words of lightning finally come
Father waits
Endlessly
A smile on his face
And an extra house key
Handmade guns
Leaving home to climb mountains
But handmade love
Does not measure by how far he runs
Look here, see the small deer
Crouching behind the apple tree
It's a stranger, but it lives here
It's home, even if it leaves
Fooling with her frozen salt block
Takes him, if she's able
From the house down to the dock
The water, oh the water
Ebbs and flows with his breath
His silence doesn't falter
Like a grave or an empty bed
The house was on fire
And through tears watched the son
As he loaded his weapon
Preparing to run
Handmade guns
Father holds his hands out to the sun
Razor tongues
Words of lightning finally come
Robbed by the hands of his only son
Careening through the screen door
Drunk, and all alone
Sending bottles at the Bradfords
Cursing his only home
He said: I am not like you
I know when to go
You're shaking that old globe
Praying for snow
Handmade guns
Father holds his hands out to the son
Razor tongues
Words of lightning finally come
Father waits
Endlessly
A smile on his face
And an extra house key
Handmade guns
Leaving home to climb mountains
But handmade love
Does not measure by how far he runs
Look here, see the small deer
Crouching behind the apple tree
It's a stranger, but it lives here
It's home, even if it leaves
Credits
Writer(s): Easton Kerr
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