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
 Ch: 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 line up at the wedding in rows of deep set eyes
 In our finest formal dresses and proper suits and ties
 Like a family of Munsters in a really bad disguise
 Ch: 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