Carey’s Waltz

People think they know me
I think I know them
But we all have our little secrets
All the talking we do in the bar
And on the way home

Drinkin' a beer in San Francisco
With the light streaming through

The stained glass windows
Onto our faces
Home from the war
One came home too soon

We’re all the stars of our favorite show
We're all alone when we go
Carey says a daughter
Is worth six sons

‘Cause she's the only one
Believes he didn’t run
Starting over
She believes in him, and his demons