It All Comes Back (Opening)

Daddy, hey, Daddy, come here okay?
I need you
What are you doing, I said come here!
You need to do what I tell you to do!
Listen to me!
Daddy, come here right now!
You're making me mad
Listen to me
Listen to me!
I wanna play airplane, I wanna play airplane!
I wanna play airplane!
I wanna put my arms out and fly!
Like the red baron and the sopwith camel!
No wait, like superman up in the sky! '
Till I can see all of Pennsylvania!
Hey, give me a hand
What'd ya get Daddy?
Right, right, right
It's from Clyde Gibbon's barn; what a haul
He said, "
Take what you want" I said, "
Clyde, are you sure?" He said, "
It's all junk to me" I said, "
Okay, Clyde, okay" C'mon, take a look
You go to auctions, yard sales, comb the dump, and crap, there's crap, there's crap, there's- Hey, what's this?
More crap?
No
Linen, this is linen
Gorgeous Irish linen
See how I can tell?
Right here, this floating thread you see, that's what makes it damask
And the weight, the weight- this drape!
And the pattern crisp and clear
See how it's made from mat and shine?
It's tattered here, but all the rest; how beautiful, how fine
Okay, what else?
Ah, crap
Crap
Dead mouse
Can I have it?
It's all yours
What's this?
Silver!
Is this silver?
Is this junk or silver?
With polish we can tell
I love how tarnish melts away opening to luster
And the mark- is there a mark?
Yes!
This step, you see right here, that's how the craftsman leaves a sign that he was here and made his work so beautiful, so fine
This has traveled continents to get here
And crossed an ocean of time
And somehow landed in this box under a layer of grime
I can't abide romantic notions of some vague long ago
I want to know what's true- dig into who and what and why and when
Until now gives way to then
Did you ever imagine I'd hang on to your stuff dad?
Me either
But, I guess I always knew that I was going to draw you
in cartoons
Yes, dad I know you think cartoons are silly
But, I draw cartoons and I need real things to draw from 'cause I don't trust memory
But, God, this thing is ghastly
You were so exstatic when you found it at a yard sale
No, no, wait- in Mr
Gibbon's barn
It all comes back, it all comes back, it all comes back
There's you, and there's me
But now I'm the one who's forty-three and stuck
I can't find my way through
Just like you
Am I just like you?
I can't abide romantic notions of some vague long ago
I want to know what's true, dig deep into who and what and why and when
Until now gives way to then
What is true, oh
I wanna play airplane
Caption: My dad and I were exactly alike
I see everything!
Caption: My dad and I were nothing alike
I'm superman!
My dad and I
But daddy come back!