Song For Our Daughter

Though they may want you
To tread in their trail
Only to see if the path they set fails
Though they may want you to take off your clothes
Whatever they think that the action exposed

With your clothes on the floor
Taking advice from some old balding bore
You'll ask yourself
Did I want this at all
Do you remember what I said
The book I left by your bed
The words that some survivor read

Lately I've been thinking
About our daughter growing old
All of the bullshit that she might be told
There's blood on the floor
Maybe not, I believe her for sure
She remembers what I said
The book I left by her bed
The words that some survivor read

Though they may take you
For all you had left
You won't be forgotten
For what you had not done yet

So you asked for a kiss from God
And you moan childless loss
Innocence gone, but it's not forgot
You'll cut your way through it somehow

You remember what I said
The book you left by your bed
The words that we all have lived
The debt