When Our Parents Die

When we're born we're wrapped up in blankets
And baptized in water and shown around town
Its a good life just being a baby
Looking up occasionally and cooing at strangers
When we live we are creatures of habit
Setting the table and stocking the pantry
When we live we are high school bus drivers
And mothers and fighters and losers and fools
When our parents die we'll be young again
Nobody's gonna check under my bed
The day my parents die
We're insured but we're not sure of nothing
Tasting those memories of summer camp love
And all the proverbs and fables and wise words
Couldn't teach us nothing cause we weren't gonna listen
But when our parents die we'll be listening
There's no sound quite like the empty house
On the day your parents die
And our minds were once throbbing sponges
Testing the air for the last drip of knowledge
And as we grow we are soaked in frustration
Only remembering we remembered something once
When our parents die we'll remember them
All the things we wished we would have said
Before the day our parents died