Walking bones
Choose your own direction
Go have fun
Some place else
Bring your soul
And your Beach Boys records
I can't stand
To have you here
So worn out
Cold and dehydrated
The fortune is spent
And dad is in space
Every home should have a mom in love
And a daddy in space
Chinese porcelain cats
To guard her love
In the window space
Show her some respect
She's all worn down
For years to come
I will not forget you
As my son
As my pain
Time will heal
What now feels so wounded
Tears are spilled
And the holes will fill
Every home should have a mom in love...