| When a switch turns on she just can’t stop it. |
| Feeling all this weight and keeps losing some. |
| She’s thinking about making appointments, |
| And I’m hoping that she’ll just snap out of it. |
| I sleep over at her apartment, |
| After I finish my evening shift. |
| She wants to leave the escarpment, |
| And she’s hoping I can take a hint. |
| But when we hear each other, she tells me «it's alright». |
| Carve your name in the family tree, show me the roots of your bloodline. |
| I walk lightly when I’m around her, |
| counting months left on the lease. |
| I know she' got precious feathers, |
| So I tip-toe to keep the peace. |
| But when we hear each other, she tells me «it's alright». |
| Carve your name in the family tree, show me the roots of your bloodline. |
| We hit the road for a couple weeks, |
| And it happened again. |
| You’re a poster from the 1950s, |
| But you lost another ten. |
| She hates being alone but you know, |
| I might not be here in a couple of years. |
| But when we hear each other, she tells me «it's alright». |
| Carve your name in the family tree, show me the roots of your bloodline. |
| Our love was like no other, |
| She turned me inside out. |
| Carve your name in the family tree, show me the roots of your bloodline. |