Mama's trading glances back at me
The kids count four, but there's not even four years between em'
Water's on the mirror above our first sink
Oh baby, please tell me what's the faint line mean
I'm not ready to be a father
I'm not ready to be a man
Don't have a plan for this
Did we even talk this through you say that we did
Can I be a father when I'm still a kid
Put my feet up on the stacks of clothes
Watching this mystery fly with the crows
Thoughts in my head come out backwards
Honey, now you know what the faint line means
Not ready to be a mother
Not ready for this life
Didn't have a plan for this
Tears flow as I hold you close
Like a clock that never quits
Can I be a mother, when I'm still a kid?
Before I knew you
My heart was bored
Like a redwood cut up and washed ashore
Those years ago
Was the first time you asked me to hold your hand
To hold your hand
To hold your hand
Oh, to your hold your hand
To hold your hand
To hold your hand