I picked you up, I held you out.
I love you. I love you.
I placed you down, I held my breath.
I wonder. Yeah, I wonder.
What'd I do? You're not around.

It's a father's job to tell you
That this world was not meant for you.
I see signs all, sides all around.
You'll get through. You'll get through this.

The moon strikes one, you rest your head.
This refuge, oh this refuge.
The sun comes up life begins.
There's danger, oh there's danger.
What I'd do if you weren't around?

It's a father's job to tell you,
That this world was not meant for you.
I see signs all, signs all around.
You'll get through, you'll get through.

The human condition needs a hiding place.
This human condition needs a hiding place.
A hiding place.

It's a father's job to tell you,
That this world was not meant for you.
I see signs all, signs all around.
You'll get through.
You'll get through.
You'll get through, through.
You'll get through.