Somebody’s Mother Songtext
von Ben Abraham

Third of November
Thanks for your letter
Your picture book′s stretched out the length of four cars
Your story's not easy
Then what is easy
With parents like yours and my list like ours

You got me thinking
What really happened
To know I′ve been happy to let the dogs lie
Maybe I need to find
Someone to bleed to
Maybe that's you and for you maybe I


What do I know
What do I know about her
I've called her an empress
I′ve called her a tempest
A force with no equal, no other
I′ve called her an angel
A rogue and a stranger
But it just hit me now
She was somebody's mother

Suffer the children
Cursed with the parent
So it has been or at least until now
The looking glass turned to the obvious person
And I′ve seen it all and I still don't know how
The heart won′t be silent
But do I seek the silence
The question is posed now you need to explain
The books that I've read made me hardly prepared
But then what′s prepared in the tempest of pain

What do I know
What do I know about it
I've been a soldier, the wither the colder
I've been a wife and a lover
I′ve been the backbone
I′ve been the dead zone
But I remember now
That I was somebody's mother