House on the Reservoir

My grandpa built a house On the reservoir in town And the ghosts of that house Follow me around The ghost of my grandpa And my Daddy, his son And the war between the two of them That nobody won Daddy said your grandpa Isn't who you think he is Spare the rod Yah, well your grandpa never did So I was in the middle From the day that I was born They were looking to see Whose side I was on The air was always heavy with The weight of something dark Inside of that house on the reservoir We went there every Sunday Grandpa's voice was in my ear I was afraid of saying anything He didn't want to hear And worried that Daddy Was judging my sins For accepting the affection Grandpa never gave to him It split me into pieces And I sold my soul for parts Inside of that house on the reservoir When I was seventeen And he was close to death My grandpa whispered something I won't ever forget He told me I was the son He always wished he had He was grieving the love He denied to my dad All the silence and the secrets And the sorrows that were ours Inside of that house on the reservoir There's a room in in that house That looks out to the west Where Daddy and grandpa Both went to their rest Now all that remains In the space that they left Is the ghost of a love That was never confessed Jesus on the crucifix Bleeding from his scars Some nights I still go driving By it in the car All the silence and the secrets And the sorrows that were ours Inside of that house on the reservoir