Free

We come from those before us. As did those before them. If you go back far enough, as Joni pointed out, we are stardust. We tried to write about that.

Lyrics

think I’m over the hard part
and like this fading afternoon
from out of nowhere
through the still air
the darkness
will come and take me soon

there’s a coat in the hallway
I never think of it as mine
it’s been passed around
it’s been handed down by strangers
along the family line

all of the light and the darkness
bundled up tight
against the night
against the cold
there must be something between us
so old so old so old

every now and then I wonder
what he could have had in mind
my old man died in a fever
that coat never fit him either
but strangely
it was all he left behind

all of the light and the darkness
bundled up tight
against the night
against the cold
there must be something between us
so old so old so old