Grandma and Robert De Niro

Alone on thin ice

It’s just me and the birds

I might fall and it makes me so happy

I spent so much time tryin’ to do things for her

But I don’t know if anything was helping

Can I skate away so that you won’t reach me?

Or maybe I’ll stay and see what you’ll teach me

Why do I try so hard to play the piano when i know my fingers will never relax?

I’ve been dreaming of Grandma and Robert de Niro in streets from our mutual past

I have seen through glass and I’ve seen through ice

I have seen through sickness and I’ve seen through lies

The children of paradise dance in your doorway

Your mother can’t find her way out

It must have been easier when we were fatter and smaller

And it wasn’t so far to the ground

You’ve been learning so much of the planets and such

But when did you last pick up your phone?

I have asked many times if I can be your crutch

But you just want to be left alone

Do you now?

The women in linen they never stop singing

It’s turning the wash water white

And over the mountain the horses start running

There’s war but they never pick sides

A man in a coat on a sailing boat

Has no home to return to

He’s taken an oath

And Jesus waters the plants in the garden

He can sleep in the airport

He’s got nothing worth guarding

Now if Bob Dylan were a woman

Would you still love him

And post him all over your wall?

When you see me I try to be your kind of villain

It’s just that I don’t really smoke

And you know that I like my things in their right places

Just like it should be on a boat

Oh on a boat