don't know much about you,
We've been doing fine without you,
but we could only go so far
Don't know why you chose us,
were you watching from above?
Is there someone there that knows us,
said we'd give you all our
Will you laugh just like your mother?
Will you sigh like your old man?
Some things skip a generation
Like I've heard they often can
Are you a poet or a dancer?
Or a strange new combination
The things we've handed down
I wonder who you'll look like
Will your hair fall down in curls?
or your daddy's little girl?
Will you be a sad reminder
of what's been lost along the way?
Maybe you can help me find her
in the things you do and say
And these things that we have given you,
they are not so easily found
Oh, but you can thank us later
Man I'd always be so grateful
for the way that you were made some
should gladly sell or trade
and one day you may look at us an
d say that you were cursed
but over time that line has been extremely well
rehearsed by our fathers and their fathers
in some old and distant town
for places no one here remembers
the things we've handed down