.I drew a figure with my finger in the window fog
Fell asleep and wiped it out
With the sleeve that I leaned on
Itâs been a long way home with winter coats
Those school bus days
Father smokes his cigarettes
Mother cooks our meals
And Iâm mumbling, all rosy-cheek.
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