There will be. atime when they’d stop asking for your name
The time when you’ll start asking for theirs
They will be a phone call away or a flight away
Not that far, Mum, they’d say
Just jump on a plane
You’re so sad, Mum, and old
What happened to your hair, ears and hands,
Stand up straight and go to the doctor,
They need to fix you.
And then, all you’d need,
Would be a hug.
And them telling you
Everything it’s gonna be alright, sweetheart,
Everything it’s gonna be alright.