I used to think that I knew
My way around this town
But I'm always getting lost
Since you're not around
I never thought that I would say this
But I miss my mom
Even though for all those years
We didn't get along
And when I stop to think about it
I guess we were the same
Too stubborn to apologize
Too filled up on rageI wish she felt young again
When everything was new
When her father held her hand
And said, "There's nothing you can't do"And then I woke up to a phone call
Right On Christmas day
It said, "Your grandmother is dying
In a painful way
Her lungs are filling up with fluid
Even as we speak
The doctor said that if she's lucky
She'll make it 'til next week"
I had one last chance to see her
Right before I moved
But I didn't end up going
I used some lame excuseI hope that she's not scared
Lying there alone
I hope she hears her husband's voice
Telling her she's coming home
Songwriters
BIANCHI, MARCPublished by
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing