Trust Fund Wipe It Down
Have you learned not to doubt me
Have you learned to doubt me more
Or as you learn more about me do you doubt me exactly the same about as before
Does the weight bowl you over
Press you down into the floor
Or does the weight on your shoulders
Become ever easier now for you to ignore
Take a clean slate and wipe it down
If there was nothing before
There's nothing now
And then the slate you throw away
And you burn the drawers where the slates were stored
I feel the music in me
A Welsh exodus to Los Angeles
Dad, now I write to you
How's the speed calibration?
Briskly reeling in the years?
Or unspooling entirely
Or maintaining tension
Perfectly to keep you here
Polishing off the polishing
Pause for breath, to re-begin
And when it's gold and glistening
Pick up the phone, call a cleaner in
Dad, now I write to you
This first time feeling I can't describe
You're always on my mind
