What will I do when you've passed and gone,
we won't be on the phone for hours on and on...

I see you there Momma,
sitting under the tree...

In this world of the broken,
I could have fun...

You just don't get it,
I can't explain so you'll understand...

In the beginning,
you won over my heart...

The feeling of loss is present,
for several years that have passed...

Each time that we speak,
it brings a smile to my face...

So often I stare in your eyes,
asking the same simple question...

The smell of green
seeps into every pore...

Such as a puzzle is confusing, that you are to me.
New discoveries I approach, and so may it be...

How did I ever let you,
into my guarded heart...

Although you have my heart,
and my thoughts too...