Song for Our Daughter

Though they may want you to tread in their trail
Only to see if the path they set fails
Though they may want you to take off your clothes
Whatever they think that the accent exposed
With your clothes on the floor
Taking advice for some old, balding bore
You'll ask yourself, "Did I want this at all?"

Do you remember what I said?
The book I left by your bed?
The words that some survivor read?

Lately I've been thinking about our daughter growing old
All of the bullshit that she might be told
There's blood on the floor
Maybe now you'll believe her for sure

She remembers what I said
The book I left by your bed
The words that some survivor read

Though they may take you for all you had left
You won't be forgotten for what you had not done yet

So you wished for a kiss from God
And you mourn in your childish loss
Innocence gone but it's not forgot
You'll get your way through it somehow

You remember what I said
The book you left by your bed
The words that we all have lived again