Gravy on Christmas Day

Eldofamly's dad, it's Christmas Day. I'm in hospital, they say I'm gonna stay.

The nurse just brought me jelly and ice cream. But all I want is gravy on my plated

seams. I won't be home to carve the chook this year. The morphine's good

but it can't shift this fear. Jack's asking mom where daddy's gone. Luke's too little

to know something's wrong. So who's gonna make the gravy now? Who's gonna stir

the pot and calm the crowd? Gemma's strumming, she's crying in the hall.

And Mia's still not answering my call. I built that house in gold,

brew in my hand. Four hundred squares of dreams and future plans. But the roof's half