Paroles What was it like Joan As Police Woman

What was it like

I'd race to meet you at the top of the stairs
You'd come from working, you were always there for me
You'd scare the nightmares, singing me an old song
You'd learn in Oshkosh [?], you were always there for me
But what was it like to be you?

You said, I could never see what passing judgment
On anybody else would ever do for me
But I love that you see the things that you couldn't see
You showed me how to live

My dance recitals, they were never concise
You never missed one, you were always there for me
You told me softly that I had what it takes
To make it anywhere, you were always there for me
Well, what was it like to be you?

You said, I could never see what passing judgment
On anybody else would ever do for me
But I love how you see the things that you couldn't see
You showed me how to die

What was it like to be you?
You said, I could never see what passing judgment
On anybody else would ever do for me
Well, I love how you see the things that you couldn't see
You showed me how to see
And what to look for in a man
And what to look for in a man
And what to look for in a man

I'd race to meet you at the top of the stairs
You'd come from working, you were always there for me