I love my dad very much
No doubt about it
But I honestly don't know him
Very well
I know he likes Pink Floyd
Frank Zappa
And The Valentine Tourettes
But I've no idea what he's doing now
Has he any regrets?
He moved out long before I got a chance
To remember
What it was like
Living with a dad
And maybe that should give me
Some kind of indication
Why my choice of men
Really makes my mother sad
My father and me
It's a quiet conversation
Hidden in a pretty melody
My father and me
Two strangers out of tune
In their insecurity
He thought me how to
Set people straight
And defend when in danger
But not
When the offender
Was myself
And late at night I wonder
Could he do it over
Would he want
To be somebody else?
My father loves me very much
No doubt about it
But he honestly
Don't know me very well
But I love Pink Floyd
Frank Zappa
And The Valentine Tourettes
And in my heart
I know that says it all
My father and me
It's a quiet conversation
Hidden in a pretty melody
My father and me
Two strangers out of tune
In their insecurity
My father and me
It's a quiet conversation
Hidden in a pretty melody
My father and me
Two strangers out of tune
In their insecurity
Two strangers out of tune
In their insecurity
Two strangers out of tune
In their insecurity