i've got the blues but i sure can't play 'em like you can
head, heart, and soul weary enough,
but fingers? not quite.
sing to me with those hands, i'll learn from the best.
you don't even have to be sorry anymore, my baby heart can hear yours.
you don't have to apologize when i see you.
i'm growing my hair out, dad, it's thick like yours.
i hurt myself, dad, i hurt myself like you.
i'll sing to you with my heart, i'll heal, you can learn from the best.
i found you again in a Yonkers basement, i couldn't help but think
you (maybe) never left.
i'll hold tight to my baby heart, i'll burn in the way that i heal,
i'll crumble in the way that i'm whole.