Last night my dad flew in from Maine on American Airlines.nHe looks the same– but I heard a worry–a worry in his voice.nEvery time I come here, you gotta new lame job, a strung-out girlfriendnWhere is your hope, what is your dream–I want to understand.nnI said: This is what I live for,nthis is what I live for,nI know you can't see anything yetnbut I'm trying to find the corenof what I live for.nnCome back soon– your family is dying to see you.nI want to help but I'm beginning to hate you.nIf I'd behaved this way my dad woulda cracked me in two.nnI feel you slipping away,nI feel you slipping away,nI know the talk, I know the smells,nthe druggy walk, the druggy hell.nYou're slipping away.nnDad I'll be fine, I'm trying hard, trying hard to findna way to live, a way to love–I know I'm a little bit fucked up.nnThis is what I live for,nthis is what I live for,nI know you can't see anything yetnbut I'm trying to find the corenof what I live for.