Bruce Springsteen Follow

Last night I dreamed that I was a child out where the pines grow wild and tall

I was trying to make it home through the forest before the darkness falls

I heard the wind rustling through the trees and ghostly voices rose from the

fields

I ran with my heart pounding down that broken path

With the devil snappin' at my heels

I broke through the trees, and there in the night

My father's house stood shining hard and bright the branches and brambles tore

my clothes and scratched my arms

But I ran till I fell, shaking in his arms

I awoke and I imagined the hard things that pulled us apart

Will never again, sir, tear us from each other's hearts

I got dressed, and to that house I did ride from out on the road, I could see

its windows shining in light

I walked up the steps and stood on the porch a woman I didn't recognize came and

spoke to me through a chained door

I told her my story, and who I'd come for

She said "I'm sorry, son, but no one by that name lives here anymore"

My father's house shines hard and bright it stands like a beacon calling me in

the night

Calling and calling, so cold and alone