Jailbirds

The sun is rising so late it's early

I have spread myself too thin again

The guest of honor at my guilty party

Me and this silence have become old friends

Father make believe for your daughters

Mother take it easy on your sons

Sister balance like a tightrope walker

But for now, you got to keep them young

My solitude, it makes me softer

My suffering is not in vain.

My depression sings, how much longer

Will I have to wait to see a world free from pain?

Father make believe for your daughters

Mother take it easy on your sons

Sister balance like a tightrope walker

But for now, you got to keep them young

(3x)