You were seventeen the year your father died
And he was fifty-three when you were seventeen
In the museum where you laid your head to sleep
The artifacts were cold to comfort you
When you heard them fighting you hid in the apple tree
The branches broke their noise
And when your brother studied at the university
You were left alone to realize
That while you were growing older
He was busy growing older
too, bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum
too, bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum
In the summer when your father drove you to the river
And he would sing so loud
Soon to be kept silent when you climbed through barbed-wired fences
To get to the riverside
And while you were growing older
He was busy growing older
too, bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum
too, bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum
And in February you were running late one day
And out the door you ran
Leaving left unsaid the things you’d soon regret not telling
Never knowing this would be your last chance
And while you were growing older
He was busy growing older
And was it fair to blame the gi-
rl, And was it fair to make the child
choose, And when you stood next to the moun-ta-
in, Did you swear that you could hear him calling you?
bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum
bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum
I am twenty-two and you are fifty-three
And only blood can tell
That we are made up of strings and strands of DNA
Dancing waltzes in our cells
and while you are growing older
i am busy growing older
too, bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum
too, bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum