that's his son

  

            was home, the home in Oklahoma 

My father's home, sleeping outdoors on the sly 

Dad wasn't there 

The house was there, surrounded by cedars 

There was some event, art community members gathering 

Walking toward me after i just awakened 

There by a row of tables by the fence 

Where a stacked wall of pioneer stone left over unused by our chimney makers 

Separated the three acres from the highway 

I walked out to greet the visitors 

A bit embarrassed but only surprised 

I didn't see anyone I knew 

But they were familiar 

No one said 

That's his son or offered me a sandwich and coffee 

So I woke up the dream stopped 

I woke up in a bed under a roof on a mattress 

Sheets comforter and a french press cooled down from two hour nap 

Home, home on the range in my browser 

Home lyrics on my mind