Dad’s on Vacation

We’re not waiting for dad to go home

He’s on vacation in Kiev

Whoa, hum this tune with me, dad

I can’t hold all the boulders back without a wall

Hinder me, set me free

Who, hum this tune with me, dad

 

We’re in line for the rollercoaster

Whoa, it could run us over

On the streets, in the sheets, while we weep and eat cereal

At the breakfast table,

It could run us over, whoa

 

Night time and I’m two steps behind the work call

Rhythm and trance in my mind to set up’;–

Set up, let go, set up set up setup–

 

Another summer, all drenched and cleanly

Solemn summon and a hint of licorice, whoa

Don’t blow me over, I’m just your only candle, whoa

Don’t send me your bombs in the post, I’m just a lonely runner, whoa

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