Ducks on the pond in the morning sunnMy head plays a waltznCinnamon airnFills the back roomnAnd the valley between oursnnTime on the wallnWhere the driveway endsnI shoulder and furrow the windnPepper the house with the door knocking brassnBut don't really care to get innnThe sun goes down and blanketsnThe town of people that I haven't seennIt wasn't a fightnBut I stayed up all nightnFiguring out what it meansnnAnd I draw myself in the bathroom glass and yell, I'll be down soonnThe window squares break up the day and ride the afternoonnnDucks on the pond in the morning sunnMy head plays a waltznCinnamon airnFills the back roomnAnd the valley between oursnnI draw myself in the bathroom glass and yell, I'll be down soonnWhile the window squares break up the day and ride the afternoonnnMy father's not the sleeping kindnHe's often up alonenMy mother sleeps heavy awake when she's readynTo answer the living room phonenMy sister and I, oh, we sleep steadynBut often throughout half the daynMy brother, he's gonenBut I have to be strongnAnd I hope that I'll see him somedaynnAnd the snow plows go scraping down Hillbury RoadnWith the light of the moon at their backsnI'm only home for two short daysnAnd I just can't seem to relaxnnAnd I draw myself in the bathroom glass and yell, I'll be down soonnThe window squares break up the day and ride the afternoonnnDucks on the pond in the morning sunnMy head plays a waltz