| walking bones | |
| choose your own direction | |
| go have fun | |
| some place else | |
| bring your soul | |
| and your Beach Boys records | |
| I can't stand | |
| to have you here | |
| so worn out | |
| cold and dehydrated | |
| the fortune is spent | |
| and dad is in space | |
| every home should have a mom in love | |
| and a daddy in space | |
| chinese porcelain cats | |
| to guard her love | |
| in the window space | |
| show her some respect | |
| she's all worn down | |
| for years to come | |
| I will not forget you | |
| as my son | |
| as my pain | |
| time will heal | |
| what now feels so wounded | |
| tears are spilled | |
| and the holes will fill | |
| every home should have a mom in love.... |