Lyrics
A man from California’s land/ found life and love in Sweden’s/
When his baby girl was born/ her heart was formed from both those regions/
All the beauty of the north
and all the promise of the west /
She wasn’t a full blood of either/ but she was made of both their best /
There on her mother’s farm they grew thru 12 long winter seasons/
And her daddy sang her songs that hinted of a world of freedoms/
And she’d have loved to know for sure but she was left without an answer/
and could just watch as the songs stopped / and he was torn to death by cancer /
But the questions filled her heart/ just like his books still filled her shelf/
Until she left with a guitar to find America herself/
And she searched thru San Francisco / and she searched the redwood forest/
For the father who had missed her be a singer and guitarist /
And she wondered what her life would be / in doubts of what might happen/
Walking lost in New York City
just a college dropout in Manhattan/
In a sublet bed in Harlem
holding strangers in the dark/
Or in sunshine heavy mornings watching kids in Central Park/
Find more clues about her father / Or choose to go home to her mother /
Go 3,000 miles one way or 3
000 in the other/
In a downtown music bar she shows up early for no reason /
Someone’s on stage with a guitar and so she goes inside and sees him /
And he’s kind of like her dad / a balding young jewish bohemian/
And he’s funny but he’s sad / And she thinks maybe I won’t leave again/
And she doesn’t know it then / but it’s the love he’s always needed /
and sometimes lovers win
but sometimes love dies defeated /
In five years time she’s free again
and Sweden calls her softly now/
And she’s 30 and she’s beautiful and she doesn’t cry so often now/
And she thinks of all the lives she’s lived and the times spent in between/
And when she plays her daddy’s songs she knows exactly what they mean
When his baby girl was born/ her heart was formed from both those regions/
All the beauty of the north
and all the promise of the west /
She wasn’t a full blood of either/ but she was made of both their best /
There on her mother’s farm they grew thru 12 long winter seasons/
And her daddy sang her songs that hinted of a world of freedoms/
And she’d have loved to know for sure but she was left without an answer/
and could just watch as the songs stopped / and he was torn to death by cancer /
But the questions filled her heart/ just like his books still filled her shelf/
Until she left with a guitar to find America herself/
And she searched thru San Francisco / and she searched the redwood forest/
For the father who had missed her be a singer and guitarist /
And she wondered what her life would be / in doubts of what might happen/
Walking lost in New York City
just a college dropout in Manhattan/
In a sublet bed in Harlem
holding strangers in the dark/
Or in sunshine heavy mornings watching kids in Central Park/
Find more clues about her father / Or choose to go home to her mother /
Go 3,000 miles one way or 3
000 in the other/
In a downtown music bar she shows up early for no reason /
Someone’s on stage with a guitar and so she goes inside and sees him /
And he’s kind of like her dad / a balding young jewish bohemian/
And he’s funny but he’s sad / And she thinks maybe I won’t leave again/
And she doesn’t know it then / but it’s the love he’s always needed /
and sometimes lovers win
but sometimes love dies defeated /
In five years time she’s free again
and Sweden calls her softly now/
And she’s 30 and she’s beautiful and she doesn’t cry so often now/
And she thinks of all the lives she’s lived and the times spent in between/
And when she plays her daddy’s songs she knows exactly what they mean