Her father was an astronaut and all the other things
The little boys dreamed about
Staring at the ceiling, laying on their backs and bellies
Caught up in the season, playing on the front porch swinging
Baseballs in the back lots, talking words that don't have meanings
Her father was an astronaut
Her father was a cowboy riding towards the big sun setting
Bullets in the bad guys Beans around the campfire singing
Tunes about the old trails, talking words that don't have meanings
Her father was a cowboy
In my sleep my hair grows
It's hard to keep these things we have in common anymore
Her father was a prostitute
Selling his own body to men across the business table
Out to make an offer, talking words that don't have meaning
Her father was a prostitute
In the rainstorm windshield wipers
Steer the fates of the car drivers
I am putting all my faith in these doors keeping
All my secrets safe and warm
It's not certain whether you are right or you are wrong
It's not certain whether plane tickets will break my fall
But I'm hoping that sitting next to the telephone twisting
Cords will keep me until the time you call
Her father was a Casanova
Her father was a palindrome
Her father was a picture taker
Her father held the head of the woman that he loved in his own hands
Her blood is yours, her blood is mine
And we will burst inside these borders, clinging tight to these ideas
But it's hard to keep these things we have in common anymore
The little boys dreamed about
Staring at the ceiling, laying on their backs and bellies
Caught up in the season, playing on the front porch swinging
Baseballs in the back lots, talking words that don't have meanings
Her father was an astronaut
Her father was a cowboy riding towards the big sun setting
Bullets in the bad guys Beans around the campfire singing
Tunes about the old trails, talking words that don't have meanings
Her father was a cowboy
In my sleep my hair grows
It's hard to keep these things we have in common anymore
Her father was a prostitute
Selling his own body to men across the business table
Out to make an offer, talking words that don't have meaning
Her father was a prostitute
In the rainstorm windshield wipers
Steer the fates of the car drivers
I am putting all my faith in these doors keeping
All my secrets safe and warm
It's not certain whether you are right or you are wrong
It's not certain whether plane tickets will break my fall
But I'm hoping that sitting next to the telephone twisting
Cords will keep me until the time you call
Her father was a Casanova
Her father was a palindrome
Her father was a picture taker
Her father held the head of the woman that he loved in his own hands
Her blood is yours, her blood is mine
And we will burst inside these borders, clinging tight to these ideas
But it's hard to keep these things we have in common anymore
Other albums by the artist
Live in San Francisco
2019 · album
Never Never Gonna Stop Loving You
2018 · single
The Terrible Dinner Guest
2016 · album
Dream a Little Dream of Me
2014 · single
Christmas with Danielle Ate the Sandwich
2012 · single
Like a King
2012 · album
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
2010 · single
Two Bedroom Apartment
2010 · album
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