Letras
This song is for my dad and the city he helped build, San Diego
Enjoy
My father, he made you what you are today
From high rise to skyline, his fingerprints they lay
Like beams of steel and sandcastles we used to build and make
When school got out and we got out to swim in Mission Bay
Thanks, it only came in a brick at Petco Park
His name engraved somewhere it's laid, nestled by an arch
But the seven kids he raised, I feel the gratitude was sparse
Wait till decades later, until we understand how hard
He made sandy Eggos
Tastes like Belgian waffles, not always pretty, hell sometimes shitty
He made San Diego, earn his motto, to make a city, the finest city
While making home for us
My father, like all fathers, has his faults and can erupt
But mostly he just worked two jobs to show us we are loved
As if the food and clothes and roof and pool weren't more than enough
Quick to crack a joke, I hope he knows when we grew up
We'd remember all the hours he spent packing for the beach
Or the many Slurpee trips amidst us playing in the streets
Or the way he didn't think that we could smell when he smoked weed
It seems to me most fathers toke it up in east county
He made sandy Eggos, Tastes like Belgian waffles
Not always pretty, hell sometimes shitty
He made San Diego, earn his motto, to make a city, the finest city
While making home for us
My dad might cry and try to hide behind laughter and a smile
But that was then and this is now, as he's learned it's worth his while
Still appearing gruff but soft enough that his feelings come and go
Like the lights you see at night on the bridge to Coronado
He made sandy Eggos
Taste like Belgian waffles
Not always pretty, hell sometimes shitty
He made San Diego, earn his motto, to make a city, the finest city
While making home
Home
For us