Have you learned not to doubt meHave you learned to doubt me moreOr as you learn more about me do you doubt me exactly the same about as beforeDoes the weight bowl you overPress you down into the floorOr does the weight on your shouldersBecome ever easier now for you to ignoreTake a clean slate and wipe it downIf there was nothing beforeThere's nothing nowAnd then the slate you throw awayAnd you burn the drawers where the slates were storedI feel the music in meA Welsh exodus to Los AngelesDad, now I write to youHow's the speed calibration?Briskly reeling in the years?Or unspooling entirelyOr maintaining tensionPerfectly to keep you herePolishing off the polishingPause for breath, to re-beginAnd when it's gold and glisteningPick up the phone, call a cleaner inDad, now I write to youThis first time feeling I can't describeYou're always on my mind
