Lyric First Recollection

My first recollection is a day in December
black iron steam engine covered in ice
like some Precambrian monster
moaning and snorting
Nothing was ever going to beat that beast
in a fair fight

I ve sat and watched the woodpiles
grow through the summer
now I m sitting, smelling summer burn through the fall
Winter s coming on, days getting dreary
and I m thinking this is the season
that I leave you all

I ve heard a man in crisis
falls back on what he knows best,
a murderer to murder
a thief to theft
And I don t want you to think
that this is some kind of deathbed confession
but run is what I did when put to the test

My first recollection is a day in December
747 tracing lines through the sky
like some old gypsy curse
silently preying upon the dreams of those
who jealously watch life pass by

I ve sat and watched my troubles
pile through the summer
now I m sitting, hearing my youngest cry
down the hall
Winter s coming on, days getting dreary
and I m thinking this is the season
that I leave you all

I ve heard that the son must bear
the burdens of the father
but it s the daughter that is left
to clean up the mess
And I don t want you to think
that I m asking for absolution,
but run is what I did when put to the test