Written for my father.

My party piece on acoustic guitar.

The text on this track comes off a B-side from one of [Putnam Aldrich's](http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Putnam_Aldrich) (my great-grandfather) records. He was a harpsichordist, a professor at Stanford, a chain smoker, and apparently had a sense…

David DeSoto is on the upright bass fiddle.

Answers. Answers come to mind. Good words aren't hard to find. So get up, stand up, come on Make up your mind. Get up, stand up. Get in line. Answers. Answers aren't hard to find. Good words, yeah they come to mind. So get…

I took you seriously I took it carefully I didn't want to breathe too loudly I walked around silently I didn't say a word Fear was there beside me I know it sounds absurd But so what? So what. I lived without money I've lived without…