Maybe I'm too much like my father
A stubborn man trying to change his ways
Twice divorced a living martyr
But celebrates his wedding days
Wears his gloves in the kitchen
A victim of sensitive skin
Says it skips a generation
From his grandpa to him
What comes
What stays
What's lost
What remains
Will you call
Out my name
What's lost
What stays
And I'll remain
Do I love just like my mother
A wounded heart trying to change her ways
To find ourselves in circumstances where
We can play the renegade
And oh brother do you hear me
Though my voice comes from far away
And oh sister though you miss me
I'll kiss you on your wedding day
What's lost
What stays
What comes
What may
Will you call
Out my name
What comes
What stays
And I'll remain