Wal-Mart

My parents split like most
When I was about four
We only moved three states away
But it might have well been Japan

I only saw my dad
Every once in a while
Every other year though
Just wasn't enough

But when I was there
I had the time of my life
Everything could be wrong
But nothing could be more right

Everything was simple there
We only needed a radio and a fire
We knew every word to every song
And we'd sing'em at the top of our lungs

There was this place that we had
Where my dad and I would go
A cave on the side of the mountain
We called it Wal-mart

It was our escape
When things got too much
Even though that usually meant
The law had to be mowed

The last time I was there
Was the winter before he died
We had nothing to do
So we went for a walk

A half a mile to the lake
On government land
Up over a mountain
Then down to the cave

A fresh snow was on the ground
So every step left its mark
I couldn't tell then
But it did the same to my heart

He died ten months later
I'd heard from him once since
He called the day before he died
But I was out with friends

Now every problem I have
I wish he were here
To walk me up that mountain
Then down to Wal-Mart