Chris Knight
Send a boat
(Chris Knight)



Pictures on her wall,
A Bible in her hand
Her children never call,
She misses her old man
Rain on a window, quiet as a tear
And if you never felt 'em,
You'd never know they're here

Chorus
Someone's crying in the hall
Good Lord, help us all
While we try to stay afloat
If you would Lord, send a boat

Holes in the wall, a bottle by his bed
Holes in his past, empty as his head
He's younger when he dreams
And older than his years
And if he never wakes up,
Then he'll know why he's here

Repeat Chorus

The writing's on the wall
There's a bruise on his face
Daddies come and go,
His Mamma's on a date
He's just cold and hungry
And playing ain't no fun
And if he ever grows up,
He'll get him a gun

Repeat Chorus

C 2001, BASH Music (ASCAP