17 And 53

Intro: You were seventeen the year your father died And he was fifty-three when you were seventeen In the museum where you laid your head to sleep The artifacts were cold to comfort you When you heard them fighting you hid in the apple tree The branches broke their noise And when your brother studied at the university You were left alone to realize That while you were growing older He was busy growing older too, bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum too, bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum In the summer when your father drove you to the river And he would sing so loud Soon to be kept silent when you climbed through barbed-wired fences To get to the riverside And while you were growing older He was busy growing older too, bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum too, bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum And in February you were running late one day And out the door you ran Leaving left unsaid the things you?d soon regret not telling Never knowing this would be your last chance And while you were growing older He was busy growing older And was it fair to blame the gi- rl, And was it fair to make the child choose, And when you stood next to the moun-ta- in, Did you swear that you could hear him calling you? bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum I am twenty-two and you are fifty-three And only blood can tell That we are made up of strings and strands of DNA Dancing waltzes in our cells and while you are growing older i am busy growing older too, bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum too, bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum