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1989

Father hit his head on the kitchen door
Mother broke her ankle on the feeding floor
While I was waiting patiently in a room dark safe with a smile on
Father waited nervously by the hospital door

Mother placed the table with her apron on and her hair tied up
Father packed a suitcase with his clothes tuck in it and a face of disgust
Well I remember vaguely with the bedroom with the closet too small
I remember yelling from the hall

Oh surprise I'm the apple of your eye
Oh it is true, this piece I wrote for you

I remember vividly on my father shoulders I felt so tall
Taught me how to tie my shoes on the staircase at the end of the hall
I was screaming manically at the bathroom ceiling with the water on
I remember sleeping with the light on

Now it is clear that I am no use right here
Take it slow we've got a long long way to go

Father held my homework up with a grimace and a hole punch in it
Father stood there softly with a big warm grin and his baseball tickets
I put my breath in a suitcase of the politicians of that place and time
Mother broke her ankle in 1989

At the top of the town where you can be looking down
With the space and the air no one can find you there
Just a place in the sky oh I almost went awry
With the sights and the sounds you can sleep without a sound