Dream home in Downey, California
Palm trees
The sound of Karen Carpenter
Father's holding baby
Baby's getting restless now
Looking for her Mother
Looking for her Mother
You don't, don't want to believe him now
Don't want to, don't want to see
Eyes closed, asleep in a crystal hideaway
Ice vans
They used to take the head away
If she could tell a story
Frozen on her lips today
She could tell her daughter
She could tell her daughter
You want, want to believe him now
He'll never, he'll never see