When we're born we're wrapped up in blankets And baptized in water and shown around town Its a good life just being a baby Looking up occasionally and cooing at strangers When we live we are creatures of habit Setting the table and stocking the pantry When we live we are high school bus drivers And mothers and fighters and losers and fools When our parents die we'll be young again Nobody's gonna check under my bed The day my parents die We're insured but we're not sure of nothing Tasting those memories of summer camp love And all the proverbs and fables and wise words Couldn't teach us nothing cause we weren't gonna listen But when our parents die we'll be listening There's no sound quite like the empty house On the day your parents die And our minds were once throbbing sponges Testing the air for the last drip of knowledge And as we grow we are soaked in frustration Only remembering we remembered something once When our parents die we'll remember them All the things we wished we would have said Before the day our parents died