You fell asleep in a dress
But it was cold and I was a mess
And so was our house
I guess we all find some kind of way to drown

Your sister watched television
While your father avoided collisions
And figured he'd be kind to himself
In another lifetime

If there's a vacation
If there's a war
Some time to commit
To some windowless chore
Take me to that feeling
A place I can mourn
Everything born

I'm edging closer to truth
I have my reasons for avoiding it, too
We're in a waiting room
Buried beneath everything else to do

Just hanging out with a dream
It gives me things I know I'll never keep
One breath in, two out
Like the smoking cough of a rodeo clown

If there's a vacation
If there's a war
Some time to commit
To some windowless chore
Take me to that feeling
A place I can mourn
Everything born

I'm feeling better with beer
I keep an eye on every neighbor here
But every door in town
Is sewn up like your wedding gown

If there's a vacation
If there's a war
Some time to commit
To some windowless chore
Take me to that feeling
A place I can mourn
A place I can mourn
Everything born