Call Your Daughter Home (feat. Dar Williams)

Call your daughter home Pick up the redhead from the side of the road, again But she stays out in the cold Cause it's warmer in the snow than in her bed Turn off the ignition Wait for her sense to kick in She stays till her socks are wet Burrowed in her room She had the lock on, but you got it removed from her door And she doesn't say a word And you know that she is hurting But at least you see her more You try to do her favors But she doesn't thank you later And you won't say sorry first And she says You don't speak my language And you never tried to learn it And what I mean to say, is How are you deserving You don't speak my language And though I'm far from perfect What I mean to say is Why do you deserve it Call your daughter in You found a therapist to patch it up again Take a seat But it don't last half an hour You can't agree, and so you talk a little louder To drown out her reality She says that you're distorting how it went in all her stories And you think she's overreacting And she says You don't speak my language And you never tried to learn it And what I mean to say is, How are you deserving? You don't speak my language And though I'm far from perfect What I mean to say is How do you deserve it? She packed up a briefcase Left a sticky note on her dinner plate And her footsteps lead the way To where you found her on that snowy day And you start to wonder If your stubborn, angry daughter Is not too far away from home For you to find her And you say I don't speak your language But I am tryna learn it And what I mean to say, is I am working I don't speak your language And though it won't be perfect I will try to save this Because you deserve it