Coming home early, catching on late

Guess I had too much on my plate

Wish it was as simple as somebody done somebody wrong, but

I'm coming home early, catching on late

There's miles between us

But boy, you should've seen us when we met

I loved your anger and

The way you'd catch a stranger in your net

She'll be driving in the fall

And we'll sit up waiting on the call

As she leaves, I'll tell her don't get hurt and don't get pregnant, but

She won't acknowledge me at all

There's miles between us

But boy, you should've seen us, she was scared to let go of my hand

A tiny carnival, she said, "Daddy, is this just like Disneyland?"

"Yes, it's just like Disneyland"

In the name of survival, we get used to this

In the name of forgiveness, we get bored

For our own entertainment, we ball up our fists

Take it out on the kid at the grocery store

In the name of desire, we burn everything

In the name of redemption, buy it back

For our own entertainment, clip each other's wings

Take it out on the kids when we can't keep track

In the name of survival, we get used to this

In the name of forgiveness, we get bored

In the name of survival, we get used to this

There's miles between us

But boy, you should've seen us in the good old days

It was just like Disneyland

You didn't even see the hand that turned the page

The hand that turned the page