Family History

The day I found out that my parents were people
My mom was crying in my room
And nothing compares, and nothing is equal
To her tears in the crescent moon

And the day I found out that my brother got older
He said that he would never know
Why his friends were all acting so much meaner and colder
And dropping their voices low

I can't tell you much about my family
I can't tell you much if you're not around
But I've searched every hole, every hall, and every cranny
And you're nowhere, nowhere to be found

And the day I found out that I'd made it to thirty
I was lying in my bed
I had made the decision to forget all my worries
And blow them off instead

I can't tell you much about my conscience
I can't tell you much if you're not around
But I've searched every door, every hall of my unconscious
But you're nowhere, nowhere to be found

I can't tell you much about my family
But I'd try my best if you were around
But I've searched every hole, every hall, and every cranny
And you're nowhere, nowhere to be found

When are you coming home
When are you coming home
When are you coming home

When are you