And two people with their eyes the same

Holden daisies I recall

And the baby in the sailor dress

And the big jails, that was me.

And the other was my mother.

People tell me that I'm just like her.

Lace and cameo, not the gypsy.

That is me She spent her evenings

making poetry I spend my nights making

Partly her dreams.

What would she think of the too many men The lies I get lost in again and again

The tears in the morning, the booze and the blues in the night.

On the stair But just lately In my dreams at night

I will call her and she's there

Looking pretty like she used to Before time and tears tore her apart

And she tells me that she loves me.

Then she leaves me in the dark

Mama, don't leave me Mama, don't go You know the answers to all I don't know

My dreams come up empty and my heart's lying dead on the floor

Mama, don't leave me Mama, please stay

Mama, I need you to show me the way I'm lost and I'm lonely and I can't find my way anymore

Mama!

Mama.