Piano Magic I Am The Teacher's Son lyrics

Started mail room
Moved up through clerical, now obituaries
I am the teacher's son, I am the teacher's son
I am the teacher's son, I'm the teacher's son

Never seen a sky so big
Like it's been saving up for years
Clouds from Russia press-ganged in
Until the dateline disappears

I have loved and lost
Like the river's lost and found
But I've never fought the tide
And I've never fucked around
I'm the teacher's son

My favorite sound is church bells
And my greatest love's the sea
Though I never learnt to swim
Never trusted it with me

I wrote a novel in my twenties
Though it never left my head

A thousand words a sitting
'Til all the characters were dead
I'm the teacher's son

My father was a poet
Though he never got the chance
'Cause his words looked like another's
If you took them at a glance

But he met a girl so pretty
That he asked her to a dance
And there his words they died liked flowers
There his words, they lost all power

I've been told I have his ways
I've been told I have his grace
But he left me on my birthday
And the only thing remains
I'm the teacher's son