Pete McDonald: Music

Well you think that you’re not like your mother
With her shyness and her comforting love
And you tell me you’re not like your mother
But you walk how she walks
And you talk how she talks
And you try to love how she loves

Well you think that you’re not like your father
With his calm acceptance of time
And you tell me you’re not like your father
But you walk how he walks
And you talk how he talks
And you try to understand time

Well I’d travel the world round if it would help you calm down
And let you know that you’re doing your best
Let you find a place to call home where you won’t feel alone
Somewhere you can find your rest

Well you think that you’re not like your brother
With the strange ways that he cares
And you tell me you’re not like your brother
But you walk how he walks
And you talk how he talks
And you’re strange in ways that he’s strange

And you think that you’re not like your country
With contradictions, hopes, and fears
And you tell me you’re not like your country
But you walk on this land
And you try to understand
Your contradictions, your hopes, and your fears

Well I’d travel the world round if it would help you calm down
And let you know that you’re doing your best
Let you find a place to call home where you won’t feel alone
Somewhere you may find your rest