willow glen

If i was back in willow glen

id go run and tell my friends

one hundred million things that i’d been up to

we’d go skating in the park

and stay up way after dark

and then we’d all go home and i would cry

i was born in san diego

during a late night cabaret show

to a mom and dad who loved me very much

they would love me and they'd hold me

they’d know when not to scold me

and somehow i’d still always hold a grudge

my mother was an angel

even though it was so painful

to know that one day all her kids would die

i was her only sunshine

the first one in her bloodline

and when i left she hung her head and cried

my father was a baker

a calloused hard working back breaker

he came home and gave us all he’s got

we wanted me to fly

he told me i would go sky high

but when i didn’t i would never hear a knock