I saw a film recently with a woman who looked a lot like your mother
Not how she looks right now, or when I last saw her, but when she was younger
She was beautiful and strong, confident and never wrong
I can see where you got that from
She forced her way inside my head while my body slept
I bet you haven't dreamt of me yet

She said; Do you know what you've done to my boy?
She said; Do you know what you've done to him?

Your mother stretched out her hand and took off her ring and said try it on for size
Could she see it in my eyes that that ring wasn't mine, nor was the man by my side?
For years I'd slept in her home, ate from her dishes though she'd known someday I'd be gone
We joked about our future kids and how your mother should never give them the storybooks that she read you

And like that sad old giant laying beside that child and his mortal wounds; I harbor the same guilt so I'll let my body wilt and allow the spring to bloom

Well have you any idea the pain I'm in?