I'm always crying on planes.nI'm wondering how birds find their way.nThere are so many things I don't understand.nWhat makes a women not love a man that loves her?nnI think I should just be alone.nI think I should find my way home.nThere are wires and maps that were given to me,nBy my mother and father that let me believe what I wonder.nnFathers and daughters, mothers and sons.nWhat came before and what wil go on?nThe memory of the night, the question of dawn,nIn some little way one saves the next,nAnd this the way we go on.nnI can't even figure out friends.nIt no wonder Gods words get bent.nThrough ego and fear, the liquor and sex.nSome folks believe they're the special and next thing to save us.nnBut there's no way that we save ourselves.nThat's like beleiveing in hell.nClumsy and mean, confused and free.nBut maybe we learn from the traps that we lay when they hurt us.nnI am a world from my girl,nAnd I try to show her the world.nBut some of the failers that warns of the pastnIf I let in the lessons she might learn to out last all my errors.nnFathers and daughters, mothers and sons.nWhat came before and what wil go on?nThe memory of the night, the question of dawn,nIn some little way one saves the next.nAnd this the way we go on.nThis is the way we go on.nThis is the way we go on.