I'm always crying on planes I'm wondering how birds find their way There are so many things that I don't understand What makes a woman not love a man that loves her? I think I should just be alone I think I should find my way home There are wires and maps that were given to me by my Mother and Father that let me believe when I'm hopeless Fathers and Daughters, Mothers and Sons What came before and what will go on The memory of night, the question of dawn In some little way, one saves the next and this is the way we go on We can't even figure out French It's no wonder that God's words get bent Through ego and fear and liquor and s** Some folks believe they're the special bright next thing to save us
But there's no way that we save ourselves That's like believing in Hell We're clumsy and mean, confused and afraid But maybe we learn from the traps that we lay when they hurt us I am a wall for my girl I try to show her a world without Some the failures and wounds of the past If I let in the lessons, she might learn to outlast all my errors Fathers and Daughters, Mothers and Sons What came before and what will go on The memory of night, the question of dawn In some little way, one saves the next and this is the way we go on, this is the way we go on, this is the way we go on.... Yea, this is the way, we go on