Mother, Father, I’m doing OK
On the other side of the country
Far away
And though I know the things
That you want to hear me say
Sometimes these things are hard
Mother, Father, I am your son
Right down to the long thin pointed face
And this muddled up and twisted tongue
And now I find that I’m doing all those
Things you would have done
Sometimes these things are hard
CHORUS:
So do I thank you ?
Do I curse you ?
These tracks stretch out before me
The ones you left behind
What I want and what I feel
It’s yours, yours, not mine
Mother, Father, all those battles that have been
And the long long silences that lay in between
Please don’t try to tell me all those were in vain
Sometimes these things are hard
We live up at the wedding
In rows of deep set eyes
In our finest formal dresses
Yes, and proper suits and ties
Like a family of Munsters
In a really bad disguise …
CHORUS:
So do I thank you ? …
Do I curse you ?