Hewlett's Daughter - Grandaddy

Hewlett's daughter, 
Loved her father, 
And I think she loved me too, 
For a little while. 
Hewlett's daughter, 
I forgot her, 
Now I'm treating water 
And waste at night. 
High above the wrecks 
On ice shelves and glaciers. 
I spy below the mess 
And measure the pressure 
Where sofas float on roads 
And somebody stole your guns, 
Well sir I'm the only one 
To get back your stolen guns 
I should have been your son. 
High above the wrecks 
On ice shelves and dressers. 
With crash united sewn 
On all of my dress shirts 
They firefell the roads, 
And somebody stole your guns, 
Well sir I'm the only one 
To get back your stolen guns 
I should have been your son.