Rick counsels a disparing friend, urges him to count his blessings
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Story behind the song
Rick ruminates on challenges and lessons he has experienced in life.
Lyrics
Chorus:
I've got no home
To call my own
THis winding road
I will roam
No family
No love so true
I'm all alone
Just passing through
You are the one with all the good stuff going on in your life.
Home, family... job...
and I AM floating all over the world...
Not much room for me to criticize.
But I do see and hear things that others don't...
And see shit like crazy.
I took care of this old man for four years...
Parkinson's, while HIS Son lay around upstairs,
Channel checking, and NEVER did a thing.
Medications every four hours... FOUR YEARS of that?
Finally Mother Moved in and helped...
then after all those years...
We both moved out and the guy got charges against him for parental abuse,
as he let him freeze up (no meds regularly)...
And they put him in a nursing home.
The son couldn't go anywhere near him.
Just me.
Son got in, the old man pulled this tube out of his stomach and blood squirts up to the ceiling.
I wasn't even related to these folks.
I have been that done there...
Can you imagine going through all that.
Mother was a saint.
SHE took all her crap out on me though, and vice versa.
You can only play the good guy for just so long...
And then someone’s gonna get it.
But I have tried for years to turn my anger into disappointment...
That into acceptance...
that into indifference.
I don't know WHY I do all this shit.
Keeps ME from leaping from the bridge I suppose
Or killing people.
I have no fucking idea what ELSE to do.
Would give anything to have a family...
Fussy, sick, old. Dying, whatever.
I know it’s hard to see yourself in a fortunate position that I WOULD ENVY...
But when it’s over...it'll make sense...
What it was really...why...blaghh blahh blahh.
I don't even have a single friend I can LOOK AT.
People smile at everything and if you don't write something for them in the sky...
They’ve forgotten it in ten minutes.
...would trade places with you anytime.
YEP...I would change a sick old man's diapers...
A stranger at that.
Just to be close to somebody.
That is how isolated I AM.
No fun being me.
Lift your chin up, brother.
Chorus:
I've got no home
To call my own
THis winding road
I will roam
No family
No love so true
I'm all alone
Just passing through