hymn for our parents

We will sing when we’ve run out of words
We will drive all day in our cars
We will fly just to see our best friends
We will lay in comfortable beds
We will sing

We will cover our bodies with ink
We’ll stop trying to drown in the drink
We will send every letter we write
We will try to treat ourselves right
We will fight

We will live with our hearts in our guts
We will yell and tell you what is what
We will take and we’ll give and we’ll take
We know our lives will be just what we make
We will live

We will stand with our arms open wide
underneath all the fires in the sky
We will will all the smoke into snow
We will grow, we will grow, we will grow

We’ll hit those that we love in the face
Make our clothes from your buttons and lace
We will fall out of love on the train
We’ll be satisfied with what remains
We will pray

We’ll care for our fathers and all of their faults
We’ll learn how to hear love in insults
We will start some revolutions and then tend to our mother’s gardens
We’ll begin

We will stand with our arms open wide
underneath all the fires in the sky
We will will all the smoke into snow
We will grow, we will grow, we will grow