Hewlett's daughter loved her father
And I think she loved me too for a little while
Hewlett's daughter, I forgot her
Now I'm treating water and waste at night
High above the wrecks on ice shelves and glaciers
I spy below the mess and measure the pressure
Where sofas float on roads and somebody stole your guns
Well, sir, I'm the only one to get back your stolen guns
I should have been your son
High above the wrecks on ice shelves and dressers
With crash united sewn on all of my dress shirts
They firefell the roads and somebody stole your guns
Well, sir, I'm the only one to get back your stolen guns
I should have been your son