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 from my mother Who sang to me that night of love and d**h, 'cause everybody sings of love and d**h. We dreamt our sons and daughters a high wire
Connecting the four corners of the earth The wire disappeared and left them standing on nothing; in 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