It All Comes Back - Sydney Lucas/Michael Cerveris/Beth Malone

Daddy hey daddy come here okay

I need you

What are you doing I said come here

You need to do what I tell you to do

Listen to me

Daddy come here hey right here right now

You're making me mad

Listen to me

Listen to me

Listen to me

I wanna play airplane I wanna play airplane

I wanna play airplane

I wanna put my arms out and fly

Like the red baron and the Sopwith Camel

No wait like superman up in the sky

Till I can see all of Pennsylvania

Hey give me a hand

What'd ya get daddy

Right right right

It's from Clyde gibbon's barn what a haul

He said

Take what you want I said

Clyde are you sure he said

It's all junk to me I said

Okay Clyde okay c'mon take a look

You go to auctions yard sales comb the dump and Crap there's Crap

There's Crap there's hey what's this

More Crap

No

Linen this is linen

Gorgeous irish linen

See how I can tell

Right here this floating thread you see that's what makes it damask

And the weight the weight this drape

And the pattern crisp and clear

See how it's made from mat and shine

It's tattered here but all the rest how beautiful how fine

Okay what else

Ah Crap

Crap

Dead mouse

Can I have it

It's all yours

What's this

Silver

Is this silver

Is this junk or silver

With polish we can tell

I love how tarnish melts away opening to luster

And the mark is there a mark

Yes

This step you see right here that's how the craftsman leaves a sign that

He was here and made his work so beautiful so fine

This has traveled continents to get here

And crossed an ocean of time

And somehow landed in this box under a layer of grime

I can't abide romantic notions of some vague long ago

I want to know what's true dig into who and what and why and when

Until now gives way to then

Did you ever imagine I'd hang on to your stuff dad

Me either

But I guess I always knew that someday I was going to draw you

In cartoons

Yes dad I know you think cartoons are silly

But I draw cartoons and I need real things to draw fromcause

I don't trust memory

But God this thing is ghastly

You were so exstatic when you found it at a yard sale

No no wait in M.r

Gibbon's barn

It all comes back it all comes back it all comes back

There's you and there's me

But now I'm the one who's forty three and stuck

I can't find my way through

Just like you

Am I just like you

I can't abide romantic notions of some vague long ago

I want to know what's true dig deep into who and what

Why and when

Until now gives way to then

What is true oh

I wanna play airplane

I wanna play airplane

Caption my dad and I were exactly alike

I see everything

Caption my dad and I were nothing alike

I'm superman

My dad my dad and I

But daddy come back