"The chair. There was a chair in the hospital room where my mother lay dying. I used to sit in that chair and sing songs to her. Shortly thereafter, she died. Two weeks later my sister and I, my sister and I ran away from home, and we tried to support ourselves travelling around the country performing little songs we would write. Here's a little number we used to do called 'I'll be Gone'"
Don't look for me, Daddy, I will be gone
I'm tired of you treating me wrong
But don't you worry your mind over me
I've got a plan for setting you free
You deserve a rest from doing me wrong
So I'll lift your burdens and then I'll be gone
There's just some wounds that will never heal
Yes there are scars that re-shape your skin
A tattoo tear, a side-ways heart
A scar that turns into who you are
Now you can leave that scar alone
Or else you can spin your wheat into gold
So don't look for me, Daddy, I will be gone
I'm tired of you treating me wrong
I'll cut your throat and leave you to bleed
I'll set you free from all of your needs
You deserve a rest from doing me wrong
So I'll lift your burdens and then I'll be gone