Lyrics

Daddy works at the bank
When the bankers have gone home
Daddy polishes the granite
Daddy shines up all the chrome
And on the weekends at the Legion
All the old folks have a ball
Daddy waits in the wings
?Til the bartender?s last call
Mr. Music, play the record
Deutschland marching songs abound
Put the ashes in the garbage
Get the streamers off the ground
Don?t let nothin? go to waste
Even if it?s in poor taste
You got a lot of half-drunken bottles to empty
*She?s not sleeping, she?s so tired
She's too busy weeping about the liar
And empty bottles
Let?s call it 1944
Near the ending of the war
Two young lovers in a country torn in two
We can get out on a boat
Cross the vast Atlantic moat
Canada will have a better life for you
I?d rather fight to get a job
Than fight Russians in frozen water
Yeah, I'd rather be a janitor
?Cause I think that would be better
But who?d have known it?d come to this?
?Cause no one offers you a medal
To mop floors and clean the glass and the brew *Chorus
Well he had a vision
A false premonition
Growing flowers in a room
Built out of glass
Contributing gas into the Baby Boom
Then there's a wall
And some day we all fall
We're ashes to dust
So swallow your pride
Heaven?s on your side
We can't see all the things that we trust
It?s been twenty years, I think
Since your lips have touched a drink
Reinvented as a stranger in our lives
Trade your house for an apartment
Trade your shame in for denial
Find a new family and marry a new wife
As far as circumstances go
Ours were hard to bear, I know
Maybe that?s why you put your life upon a shelf
Time can dry up angry tears
But time won?t heal all of those years
Until you finally can reconcile yourself
*Chorus