Frontier Ruckus
What You Are
You are growing cold and lonelyIf only you knew what you areOur grandfather was a soldierNow I am older, I know what homes are forWorried homes have wallsThey absorb old phone callsThey spit warm laundry smoke to the coldBackyardsBut to be a father I mustTake my life and solderAll my neighborhoods of nightTo youYou were born intoA pitch-black-nighttime-window-viewThe brightest blindin' moon came throughA-shinin'That old moon had cold cold feetOver long-gone lawns and streetsBut none of those better days do needRemindin'You are growing cold and lonelyIf only you knew what you areIf only you knew what you are
From Letras Mania