I dug my fingers in the earth
I drew you pictures of my pain
They were so pretty
They were so vain
Put your hands in the water
Let it touch you everywhere
Boat of my father
Cut from my mother
Father
I'm lonely
I'm an only
I learned to put on airs
I needed them to breathe
Today I wake up, tell myself this is me
Now this is home
But the property's on loan
So much for letting go
I'm picking up the phone
Bivouac