Mum All the other options that you had in mind starve me 'Cause I'm optionless and turkey-free and blind Pa Won't you listen and I'll let you in on this Blind me! As you listen I'll reduce advice to dust Oh no! I shouldn't have to spell my name Ma! If it's worth the made up smiles, the quiet fights Oh mother! It is hard not to look in the mirror's eye I have come to this while you have come along So it's alright if you change your mind the other way around again I shouldn't have to spell my name So start the two way monologues that speak your mind We're talking two way monologues with words that rhyme We can't reclaim the shirts we threw away last twirl Uncurl the note-in-pocket, personal brochures that dust Machine-washed, that's how paper rusts Days you spend wanting some of Michael Landon's grace strike back, now they shape your life as stony as his face Oh no! I shouldn't have to spell his name So start the two way monologues that speak your mind Start the two way monologues with words that rhyme Start the two way monologues that speak your mind We're talking two way monologues We were chasing rabbits on the hill And that prairie-life was great, but never real 'Cause we never saw no rabbits out there, ever, no, not once All we did was put a fire up and watch it burn for months And I miss the sound of stairs and walls and maladjusted doors and too little space for holding all the soldiers and the war