Vacation days
Foreign automobiles
So the kids are safe
Leather hands on the wheel
For porcelain plates
Beg and borrow and steal
It’s not what you make
But what makes you real
So ain’t it strange
To spend all your days
Watering a seed
Just hoping it bears your face?
No one complains
When the weather is warm
Must be okay
If there’s nothing wrong
It takes a plane
A bomb, or a baby
To wake you up
When you’re lost in the lobby
So, why we birth?
Why we look harder
To find a womb
To fill with a daughter?
Or make a son
With a girl that’s forever?
You met her in high school
Said you would die together
You work harder
Just to get closer
But all of the days that you wasted away
Won’t ever come back, now, will they?
We work harder
Just to get closer
But all of the days that we wasted away
Won’t ever come back, now, will they?