Even Good Men Get the Blues

All alone, coming down that mountain
trying to make your mind get quiet
wondering why you can't help but doubt him
like all he ever taught you was a lie

Now his pain is like an eighteen wheeler
that's a lot of heavy to slow down
you can't outrun that wild feeling
of so much emptiness to drown

What makes a father? What makes a son?
By god he could be anyone at all
when you were small he held you on his shoulders
now you're grown but you swear you still feel it when he falls

and it hurts to say you love him
cause you hate him sometimes too
Darling we're all slave to something
and even good men get the blues

What makes a heart beat?
not like they told you, can't be only just the blood that's in our veins
you get so angry, you're afraid one day you'll wake
and find you're just the same

and it hurts to say you love him
cause he looks so much like you
Darling we're all slave to something
and even good men get the blues