You are growing cold and lonelynIf only you knew what you arenOur grandfather was a soldiernNow I am older, I know what homes are fornnWorried homes have wallsnThey absorb old phone callsnThey spit warm laundry smoke to the coldnBackyardsnnBut to be a father I mustnTake my life and soldernAll my neighborhoods of nightnTo younnYou were born intonA pitch-black-nighttime-window-viewnThe brightest blindin' moon came throughnA-shinin'nnThat old moon had cold cold feetnOver long-gone lawns and streetsnBut none of those better days do neednRemindin'nnYou are growing cold and lonelynIf only you knew what you arenIf only you knew what you are