Reminds me of a song:

Day After Day

Darrell Scott

Dad never started drinking ‘til he was thirty-five | And once he found the power | He made up for his lost time | Go outside and catch a cricket, then unplug the phone | Said their singing kept him company | When we’d leave him alone

Those were days of feeling awkward, | Being seventeen and such | Hoping I could find some comfort | In a deacon’s daughter’s touch | I’d spend time out in the desert | Feeling lonely with a friend | And we’d talk about leaving | But it was years before we did

Oh the time moves slow | And you can’t go where you want to go | But, oh the time slips away | Day after day, day after day | Day after day

Well I found myself a genie | Said she’s grant a wish for me | And all I had to do was love her  Endlessly | So I asked my dad about it and he said | Son, life’s a game we play | So I closed my eyes, held her and said
Take me away

Let’s live in a lighthouse on the Maritime shore | And we’ll hang a wreath to loneliness | Upon our lighthouse door | But we never made the ocean, she never followed through | She said the day she left | You know, I really thought you knew

Well I went back home to see my dad | And I walked through the door | To his photographs of Hank and Johnny | Lying on the floor | Hank had a hole shot through his mouth | And Johnny in the head | There were crickets in hallway | And Dad awake in bed

He was sitting in the darkness | With just a cigarette light | Said he went a little crazy | Sometime in the night | I never asked him about the pictures | Though it was clear to me | He shot ‘em for the life | And the man he wouldn’t be

Wayne Scott: Spoken word phone message
Kenny Malone: Drums
Danny Thompson: Double Bass
Dan Dugmore: Electric Guitar & Solo
Darrell Scott: Acoustic Guitar, Piano, Pedal Steel, Electric Guitars
Suzi Ragsdale, John Cowan: Voices