My Mother's Son



All the Protestant girlsThey're all swinging their hipsFresh coat of red on their lipsIn a solar eclipseI sat on the stepsChurch bells rang in my earsBig blue sky was so clearWhen the sun disappeared
White horses on the highway ride under this strange and darker skyA wind will come and scatter seeds and it will bury all of theseThe children sing across the plains their voices rise and quickly fade
On a passenger trainSlightly out of my mindAll the women so kindSending chills down my spineAnd I fell into sleepAnd in that sleep I did dreamThat I was torn at the seamsI don't know what it means
Inside of mama baby kicksAnd this house is made of stone and sticksAll these things can break my bones and everyone must run aloneI run all night with bursting lungsI will always be my mother's son
Yes I will always be my mother's sonAnd I'm no different from anyone
Stopped traffic and stadium lightsThat's the view from the skyAs that old black bird fliesI wish I could flyWhat will we becomeWhen we sleep in the dirtWho will rise up firstOne can never be sure