Gotta be a better way, somewhere out there
Gotta be something else
Grandpa would stare out into thin air just trying to figure it out
The porch light flickers, moths and mosquitos
Screen door speaks to the breeze
Me and my sister up talking to Jesus
Hands folded down on our knees
Dear Papa
What would we do
Living upon that moon
Shoot at the stars
Build motels and bars
And try to find someone to screw
Try to feel somewhere to muse
White noise and rabbit ears
Tuned into all your fears
Every night it’s the same
Daddy sits in his chair
Mama wears rubber gloves
She got a dishpan drain
Grandpa smokes a cigarette it’s just for him not for kids
Watch from the windowsill
As smoke dances upward a ghost in the darkness white out perfectly still
Dear Papa
What would we do
Living upon that moon
Shoot at the stars
Build motels and bars
And try to find someone to screw
Try to feel somewhere to muse
Out in the shed after midnights in bed
The real hard work begins
Grandpa tinkers with a rocket he built
From a '54 rambler with fins
He says you and your sister can escape this misery c’mon child climb on in
Dear Papa
What would we do
Living upon that moon
Shoot at the stars
Build motels and bars
And try to find someone to screw
Try to feel somewhere to muse