Of Missing Persons - Jackson Browne

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