bill callahan
sister sister
i know you hate to hear me sing
i know it makes your skin crawl
to see my father mouth
do anything at all
you used to dance as a child
i never sang back then
until the night you stopped dancing
i picked up what you dropped
picked it up and ran
now we have children of our own
the boy is so silent
there'll be no singing
around the home
is the the daughter a dancer
i will not ask her