I think I was four when the family went to Santa Cruz
I think I was four when the family went to Santa Cruz Mother says there's not much to remember It was a dull trip She's not a woman who ever remembers much I remember my father sunburned so badly we could peel the skin from his back in large hunks I remember my father's skin I believe I was four when the family made that trip to Santa Cruz Mother says there's not much to remember She's not a woman who wants to remember much I can see my brother seated on a huge inner tube the tumble of waves They say he almost drowned That is the story the family always tells I think it was me I remember my father's skin the ocean of pink thigh
I am the one who really drowned on the family trip to Santa Cruz when I was four or five or two Mother says what's the difference There's not much to remember It was a dull trip I remember my father's skin wave after wave after wave Mother won't remember I was the one I remember my father's skin and Santa Cruz