Modigliani

"Loving father, friend, and son" Printed backwards on my shoulder blade From leaning back on a plaque on a bench I carry David's name until it fades Why does it feel significant? Why do I have to tell you about it? Trying to fall asleep, back flat on the floor While you are eating continental breakfast in Singapore You make me homesick for places I've never been before How'd you do that? How's tomorrow so far? Meeting your family was a trip, seeing what you got from them For better or worse, a blessing and a curse You don't need to love them, but you do You can take off a year or two We'll all be here when you get back When you told me 'bout your new man, it wasn't news 'Cause you've got all these mannerisms that you never do Like rolling your eyes and laughing real dry Like you were trying him on for size And even if it doesn't fit, you'll wear it 'Cause if it's what you want, you're gonna get it I've heard this anecdote at least a dozen times Yeah, I know every word and inflection as if it were mine I like watching you win over a new crowd You can make 'em go wild, you can leave 'em spellbound But you will never be famous to me You will never be famous to me I should know my neighbors' names I should not stay up so late Modigliani melancholy got me long in the face But I feel better when you call just to tell me how you are How'd you do that? How's tomorrow so far? You make me homesick for places I've never been before How'd you do that? How's tomorrow so far?