And I grew up On alcoholic evenings And slow jazz music To keep my heart beating Because after all that happens In a dissolving family The need for a song to sing me to sleep still rings true And I always knew that there wasn't glue strong enough To sew these roots together And now that I've wasted too many years And I've lost track of where I started I have to dream at night of who I was and why After twenty years of marriage I am what is left and I'd like to go back now And make myself up Because I'd be a brick so I wouldn't feel And I'd lift myself up I'd throw myself at this house To break windows, smash walls Just to keep time where it was and where it should be.