Lawn

We had the greatest lawn on our street

When I was a kid

It was Dad's Shangri-La

It was

It was what he did

That lawn was his other daughter

The one who never wanted tattoos

His elegant, quiet daughter

That lawn was his muse

So greeny and green

It could make you melt

Soft as felt across your face

Like gentle hands from a better place

In my lawn

Enter here, disappear

Love lives on

Here in my lawn

So, did it have all this stuff in it?

Nope. All green, all the time. Dad was a purist

(Sung)

Back then, I was kind of a dude

I know that's a shock

Jean jacket, mop-top, attitude

And I was a jock

They called me "Emily Bull-dyke"

I didn't really know what that meant

"Don't sit with that Bullock bull-dyke!"

Wherever I went

On the bus ride back home

Wanting to die

I'd bring my backpack close to my face

Like I was looking for something

And I'd cry

When I got home

Dad was there, folding chair

Two iced teas

Comforting breeze

Safety zone

All my own

Love lives on

Here in my lawn

We had the greatest lawn on our street

The greatest freakin' lawn on our street