Darrell Scott Day After Day Yucaipa, California Dad never started drinking ‘til he was thirty-five And once he found the power He made up for his lost time Go outside and catch a cricket, then unplug the phone Said their singing kept him company When we’d leave him alone Those were days of feeling awkward, Being seventeen and such Hoping I could find some comfort In a deacon’s daughter’s touch I’d spend time out in the desert Feeling lonely with a friend And we’d talk about leaving But it was years before we did Oh the time moves slow And you can’t go where you want to go But, oh the time slips away Day after day, day after day Day after day Well I found myself a genie Said she’s grant a wish for me And all I had to do was love her Endlessly So I asked my dad about it and he said Son, life’s a game we play So I closed my eyes, held her and said Take me away Let’s live in a lighthouse on the Maritime shore And we’ll hang a wreath to loneliness Upon our lighthouse door But we never made the ocean, she never followed through She said the day she left You know, I really thought you knew Well I went back home to see my dad And I walked through the door To his photographs of Hank and Johnny Lying on the floor Hank had a hole shot through his mouth And Johnny in the head There were crickets in hallway And Dad awake in bed He was sitting in the darkness With just a cigarette light Said he went a little crazy Sometime in the night I never asked him about the pictures Though it was clear to me He shot ‘em for the life And the man he wouldn’t be Wayne Scott: Spoken word phone message Kenny Malone: Drums Danny Thompson: Double Bass Dan Dugmore: Electric Guitar & Solo Darrell Scott: Acoustic Guitar, Piano, Pedal Steel, Electric Guitars Suzi Ragsdale, John Cowan: Voices