[00:11.97]I'm always crying on planes
[00:17.10]I'm wondering how birds find their way
[00:22.83]There are so many things that I don't understand
[00:29.46]What makes a woman not love a man that loves her?
[00:40.56]I think I should just be alone
[00:46.44]I think I should find my way home
[00:51.57]There are wires and maps that were given to me by my
[00:56.07]Mother and Father that let me believe when I'm hopeless
[00:59.10]Fathers and Daughters, Mothers and Sons
[01:15.03]What came before and what will go on
[01:20.76]The memory of night, the question of dawn
[01:27.06]In some little way, one saves the next
[01:31.02]and this is the way we go on
[01:41.01]We can't even figure out French
[01:45.96]It's no wonder that God's words get bent
[01:49.62]Through ego and fear and liquor and ***
[01:58.50]Some folks believe they're the special bright next thing to save us
[02:08.88]But there's no way that we save ourselves
[02:15.60]That's like believing in Hell
[02:21.03]We're clumsy and mean, confused and afraid
[02:25.62]But maybe we learn from the traps that we lay when they hurt us
[02:40.17]I am a wall for my girl
[02:44.76]I try to show her a world without
[02:50.01]Some the failures and wounds of the past
[02:56.31]If I let in the lessons, she might learn to outlast all my errors
[03:07.29]Fathers and Daughters, Mothers and Sons
[03:17.04]What came before and what will go on
[03:19.17]The memory of night, the question of dawn
[03:25.08]In some little way, one saves the next
[03:29.04]and this is the way we go on, this is the way we go on, this is the way we go on....
[03:36.03]Yea, this is the way, we go on

I'm always crying on planes
I'm wondering how birds find their way
There are so many things that I don't understand
What makes a woman not love a man that loves her?
I think I should just be alone
I think I should find my way home
There are wires and maps that were given to me by my
Mother and Father that let me believe when I'm hopeless
Fathers and Daughters, Mothers and Sons
What came before and what will go on
The memory of night, the question of dawn
In some little way, one saves the next
and this is the way we go on
We can't even figure out French
It's no wonder that God's words get bent
Through ego and fear and liquor and ***
Some folks believe they're the special bright next thing to save us
But there's no way that we save ourselves
That's like believing in Hell
We're clumsy and mean, confused and afraid
But maybe we learn from the traps that we lay when they hurt us
I am a wall for my girl
I try to show her a world without
Some the failures and wounds of the past
If I let in the lessons, she might learn to outlast all my errors
Fathers and Daughters, Mothers and Sons
What came before and what will go on
The memory of night, the question of dawn
In some little way, one saves the next
and this is the way we go on, this is the way we go on, this is the way we go on....
Yea, this is the way, we go on