Cheap Suit

There's a man in a cheap suit
Holding a beer can
Standing on his back porch
Looking out past the highway
Sun is going down
On a field of dry corn
Slider keeps catching
Screen is torn

His tie is loose
Socks are thin
He shakes the can once
Goes back in
Walks between his children
And the television glow
To the kitchen for another
To the living room alone

There's a knockoff guitar
Leaning in the corner
Where he left it the last time
It felt like this
Well, he pushes on a tune
With his eyes shut tight
Runs out a figure with his left hand
'Til the chord sounds right

When he sings, he looks so far away
Like there's something he almost remembers
Doesn't know how to say

See him from the doorway
See that look in his eyes
And I know I want to go there
Where my father's dreams lie