Sort Of Medicine Lyrics

Head North Sort Of Medicine

I drew a figure with my finger in the window fog
Fell asleep and wiped it out
With the sleeve that I leaned on
It's been a long way home with winter coats
Those school bus days
Father smokes his cigarettes
Mother cooks our meals
And I'm mumbling, all rosy-cheeked
Hoping someone hears

Oh, it's a silly sort of medicine
It's a silly sort of medicine

Something lingers after dinner
I wait to see you smile
I put one up to my chest and feel my mother's hand on my hide
She's screaming, “Those things are no good
They'll fill your lungs with soot
They'll put your mind at ease
When they put you all to sleep
And I just couldn't bear to see you die”

Oh, it's a silly sort of medicine
It's a silly sort of medicine
Silly sort of medicine
Oh, it's a silly sort of medicine