"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