There was a time we was on the land. There was a boundary to us then. Old folks died off and little fellers come. We was always one thing. We was the family, kinda whole and clear. But now we ain't clear no more. There ain't nothin' that keeps us clear. Al, he's a hankerin' and a jibberin' to be on his own. John's just draggin' around, Pa's lost his place. He ain't the lead no more. We're crackin' up, Tom. They ain't no family now.