My father's eyes, dark blue just like mine
Find the rundown farm every time
We venture together down County Road T
Though I look, only he can see
Ghosts of a past still living
Still talking and taking, still unforgiving
I wonder what he sees in those few seconds
As our car drives by, something beckons

Maybe it's a whisper, his grandma ringing the bell at dinner time
Or a flash of linen, his mom hanging fresh laundry on the line
Or maybe he sees himself as he used to be, a kid
With a chip out of his tooth and on his shoulder, forced to bid
Farewell to his home of five generations
As the Farm Crisis choked the nation
Four hundred acres couldn't produce enough yield
And so the bankers took the barn and the farm and the fields

Even after all this time, I'd expect sorrow in his eyes
But it's longing that shines bright, much to my surprise
And as I watch him from the passenger seat
I have so much to ask him, but I wait a beat
Too long and the moment is gone
Our family, we don't talk about what's wrong
Questions cause pain which is not my aim
I just want to wade through the shame, to reclaim
The shattered shards of our shared history
To scatter the ghosts, to finally understand the mystery