Gotta be a better way, somewhere out there,nGotta be something else,nGrandpa would stare out into thin air just trying to figure it out,nThe porch light flickers, moths and mosquitoes,nScreen door speaks to the breezenMe and my sister up talking to Jesus,nHands folded down on our knees,nnDear Papa,nWhat would we donLiving upon that moonnShoot at the starsnBuild motels and barsnAnd try to find someone to screw,nTry to feel somewhere to musennWhite noise and rabbit ears,nTuned into all your fears,nEvery night it's the same,nDaddy sits in his chair,nMama wears rubber gloves,nShe got a dishpan drain,nGrandpa smokes a cigarette it's just for him not for kids,nWatch from the windowsill,nAs smoke dances upward a ghost in the darkness white out perfectly stillnnDear Papa,nWhat would we donLiving upon that moonnShoot at the starsnBuild motels and barsnAnd try to find someone to screw,nTry to feel somewhere to musennOut in the she'd after midnights in bed,nThe real hard work begins,nGrandpa tinkers with a rocket he built,nFrom a '54 rambler with fins,nHe says you and your sister can escape this misery c'mon child climb on innnDear Papa,nWhat would we donLiving upon that moonnShoot at the starsnBuild motels and barsnAnd try to find someone to screw,nTry to feel somewhere to muse