Song Description

words of advice to an estranged little sister, narrated by the eldest sister in the assumed voice of their father who passed away before the estranged sister was born. The advice given however, also assumes a bit of what the father might say to his first daughter, or perhaps what she needs to believe he would say

Lyrics

People grow up; never makes much sense. We follow our devils to the end. Had a little sister. Never seen her face. Maybe she'll come looking, she'll come looking for me one day. Must have opened her bright eyes, when my fathers eyes were closed. Faded out into city lights like a ghost. She'll come looking for her daddy, the one she never knew. But little girl's gotta grow up sometime, so I'll just have to do. Won't have much to say, lost all memory of those days. They tell me I was wild and wise. Wish I could regain some of those things they say I've been, but I remember the feeling, and I tell you they just can't be right. Little sister don't go looking. Sometimes nothings all we have, to keep us from going mad. Hold on to your fantasies of a generous man, and I'll hold on to the truth for you, until you can understand.