Fathers & Daughters - Jonah Matranga

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 sex

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