Periscope Lyrics

Periscope

Aaron and I were waiting for the Volkswagen engine

To the sounds of the sprinklers on the locust summer lawn

The space between the moments was longer than a season

And a century had past in the early afternoon

Looking at the world through a periscope

It was a gift from my father.

Looking at the world through a periscope

Made be feel a little taller.

I remember I would imitate my father's walk

The sound of his leather boots upon the pavement

The force of his forward leaning rounded shoulders

A leather wearing guitar bearing motorcycle man.

Looking at the world through a periscope

It was a gift from my father.

Looking at the world through a periscope

Made be feel a little taller.

The toy box is shut, latched and pushed away

The sweat of my brow has only brought me from his sight

Though his hopes have carried me through many rites of passage

I still need a periscope to look him in the eye.

Looking at the world through a periscope

It was a gift from my father.

Looking at the world through a periscope

Made me feel a little taller.