Jackson Browne Follow

Your father was a rounder
He played that rock and roll
A leaper and a bounder
Down to his gypsy soul
The music was his angel
And sorrow was his star
And those of us who follow
Might hope to reach as far

Theyre walking slow in houston
Speechless in d.c.
Theres no way I could tell you
What he meant to me

Your mothers a survivor
Shell do what must be done
Her children will revive her
And help her see the sun
She almost knew that unison
But the singing stopped too soon
Now she shares the silence
With a man up in the moon

To speak of missing persons
Tonight theres only one
And we all carry with us what the mans begun

And you can sing this song
On july the fourth
In the sunny south and the frozen north
Its a day of loss, its your day of birth
Does it take a death to learn what a life is worth?

Your brothers are all older
And theyll take it in their stride
The worlds a little colder
But manhoods on their side
Now youre the little girl-child
And you look so much like him
And hes right there inside you
Each time you want to sing

Sing of missing persons
Tonight theres only one
But hes where you can find him when its said and done

And we will sing this song
On july the fourth
From the sunny south and the frozen north
This will always be your day of birth
May you always see what your life is worth