I won't lie to you, mother can't you see it's true that you've not been laughing for so long it seems that you've mislaid all your dreams?
I know why you're blue, father hopes now overdue stuck in the traffic jam between your ears where you sublimate your fears and file away the years
I can feel your pain, sister though you don't complain who would you complain to? 'sides the one you spend all your weeknights with 'till ten we'll come get you then
