Let It Ring Sister

Dad's old chair catches the sun near 4.
We fought over the deed and the porch and who would stay,
Then you hung up on me and I've been talking to the phone all day.
Every buzz, I hope it's you, and it's a sale, a bill,
A voice I never knew.
I dial your name and let it ring, nobody picks up,
Not a thing.
I fought you for the house and every floor,
Now I'd give it all for one word, sister, one word.
Sister, one word.
Dad taught us both to climb the ladder high,
You always held the bottom, I was always the one who tried.
Now the porch light burns for nobody,
And the yard goes quiet where we used to run.
Every buzz, I hope it's you, then it's a sale, a bill,
A voice I never knew.