Mother, Father: I'm standing Standing and I'm not about to fall When I can speak I'll tell you not to worry Or be sorry for anything 'Cause no one understands this world at all
My father swept me over his shoulders Above the empty cars to see the fair A slowly spinning wheel of smiling neighbors And flowers for my mother Who sang to me that night of love and death 'Cause everybody sings of love and death
We dreamt our sons and daughters A high wire, connecting the four corners of the earth But the wire disappeared and left them standing on nothing But thin air They're standing and they're not about to fall Standing and they're not about to fall
Child you'll grow up In wonder, like we'll grow old Like our parents did, and their parents before It was written on the faces in the waiting room The day you were born
Child you'll grow up In wonder, like we'll grow old Like our parents did, and their parents before It was written on the faces in the waiting room The day they, we, and you were born
The day you were born
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