THE HEATER

{Craig Smith}

There was a heater in our old house, where we grew up on douglas street
it was the kind you can sit on and when you did it kept warm your legs and your feet

And our cat would sit in front it all day, and he would sleep so sound
So much so sometimes we'd smell burning, our cats fur turning coffee brown

Anyway, it was, a good space to be, it was kinda like our house had a throne
and mum would sit there often, drinking her tea, open letters and talk on the phone

Break;
Hmmmmm

Well one day I came in from playing outside and I saw mum, sitting there
In her hands was a letter or maybe a bill, but her head was hung in despair

And as I ventured closer, I saw tears in her eyes and I could tell she was trying to stay strong
but as she slid from the heater, and knelt on the ground, I asked  “mum, what's wrong”

And as we were hugging mum spoke and I got a little scared you know, I was just a kid
she said “it's so hard, what's it all for, I feel like running away, just like your dad did”

Break;
Hmmmmm

Well that was a long time ago, and mum of course, she stuck around
we got through that day, and a couple more like it, things got a little better we found

But for ages I'd wanted to write about that day, not even sure what the song was about,
and I struggled for days what direction to take it, I guess I just needed it out

So maybe I can talk to that little boy now and tell him things turned out ok
Cause it seems like a little part of that boy got stuck by the heater that day

Break;
Hmmmmm

Repeat 1st  verse