Inheritance

Mother Father I'm doing OK

On the other side of the country

Far away

And though I know the things that you

Want to hear me say

Sometimes these things are hard

Mother Father I am your son

Right down to the long thin pointed face

And this muddled up and twisted tongue

And now I find that I'm doing

All those things you would have done

Sometimes these things are hard

So do I thank you do I curse you

These tracks stretch out before me

The ones you left behind

What I want and what I feel

It's yours yours not mine

Mother Father

All those battles that have been

And the long long silences

That lay in between

Please don't try to tell me

All those were in vain

Sometimes these things are hard

We line up at the wedding

In rows of deep set eyes

In our finest formal dresses

And proper suits and ties

Like a family of Munsters in

A really bad disguise

So do I thank you Do I curse you

These tracks stretch out before me

The ones you left behind

What I want and what I feel

It's yours yours not mine