Her false sense of importance and a lack of genuine love
Launched an army to reflect a self-image of being better and above
With a stand-in father pretending to be what he could never be
I learned the truth from the real man on a mountain top of redwood trees
We talked and talked about everything and everything under the sun
Until at last we turned to music like something just stumbled upon
With a long line of instruments played and a musically discerning ear
He hugged me and held me close, peace shutting down my fears
Whoever says “any man will do” hasn’t walked in these shoes
And is bound to repeat mistakes until they do, too
It’s the same old story from the beginning of time
Learning hard won lessons just like mine
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