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You are growing cold and lonely |
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If only you knew what you are |
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Our grandfather was a soldier |
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Now I am older, I know what homes are for |
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Worried homes have walls |
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They absorb old phone calls |
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They spit warm laundry smoke to the cold |
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Backyards |
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But to be a father I must |
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Take my life and solder |
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All my neighborhoods of night |
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To you |
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You were born into |
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A pitch-black-nighttime-window-view |
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The brightest blindin' moon came through |
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A-shinin' |
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That old moon had cold cold feet |
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Over long-gone lawns and streets |
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But none of those better days do need |
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Remindin' |
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You are growing cold and lonely |
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If only you knew what you are |
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If only you knew what you are |
