[Verse 1]
Mother, Father, I'm doing okay
On the other side of Berlin, far away
And though I know the things that you want to hear me say
Sometimes these things are hard
Mother, Father, I am your son
Right down to the long, thin, pointed face and this muddled up and twisted tongue
And now I find that I'm doing things all those things you would've done
Sometimes these things are hard

[Chorus]
So do I thank you? Do I curse you?
These tracks stretch out before me, they're the ones you left behind
What I want and what I feel
It's yours, yours, not mine

[Verse 2]
So Mother, Father, all those battles that have been
And the long, long silences that lay in between
Please don't try to tell me all those were in vain
Sometimes these things are hard
We line up at the wedding in rows of deep set eyes
In our finest formal dresses and proper suits and ties
Like a family of Munsters in a really bad disguise

[Chorus]
So do I thank you? Do I curse you?
These tracks stretch out before me, they're the ones you left behind
What I want and what I feel
It's yours, yours, not mine