When I was a Latin teacher’s son
Only seven winters young
We were walking through the dunes one day
We were talking man to man
And I told him I’ld become a politician
Well my father was a thoughtful man
He read piles of books before
He would dare to contradict someone
Let alone his perky son
And he told me I had come to a wise decision
Latin teacher, classics preacher
Head in the clouds
I’ll build a statue for my father
Guardian of doubts
Just before the 9/11 planes
Hit the center of New York
And the world he knew went up in flames
We took his body from the morgue
And I told him I’d become like my father
Latin teacher, classics preacher
Head in the clouds
I’ll build a statue for my father
Guardian of doubts