And I grew up   on alcoholic evenings and slow jazz music to keep my heart beating   because after all that happens in a dissolving family   the need for a song to sing me to sleep still rings true   and I always knew that there wasn't glue strong enough   to sew these roots together   and now that I've wasted too many years   and I've lost track of where I started   I have to dream at night of who I was and why after twenty years of marriage   I am what is left and I'd like to go back now   and make myself up because I'd be a brick so I wouldn't feel   and I'd lift myself up and I'd throw myself at this house   to break windows and smash walls   just to keep time where it was and where it should be.