the clothes are on the line the cars are in the drive the meal is on the table the children play outside the streets are calm for now the town is smoking on the country it s a fortress that s how this world goes round and so our day to day is set in stone this way we rise we work we tire we ve only so much strength so dear mother there s no other one to ask forgiveness of you sorry for what you ve endured we know that our existence has hurt you it has hurt you columbus will discover what someone had before a beauty like no other a reason to wage war and herein lies our problem what s mine is mine not yours no matter what the consequence we will always want more so dear mother there s no other one to ask forgiveness of you sorry for what you ve endured we know that our existence has hurt you it has hurt you you must think we are funny for you are so much older you must be waiting patiently to brush us off your shoulder