Send A Boat - Chris Knight

Pictures on her wall, a bible in her hand

Children never call, she misses her old man

Rain on the window, quiet as a tear

And if you never felt 'em, never know they’re here

Someone’s cryin' 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, he’s older than his years

And if he never wakes up, he’ll know why he’s here

Someone’s cryin' in the hall

Good Lord, help us all

While we try to stay afloat

If you would, Lord, send a boat

The writing’s on the wall, there’s a bruise on his face

Daddies come and go, his momma’s on a date

He’s just cold and hungry, and playin' ain’t no fun

And if he ever grows up, he’ll get him a gun

Someone’s cryin' in the hall

Good Lord, help us all

While we try to stay afloat

If you would, Lord, send a boat

If you would, Lord, send a boat