Mom I wish you were here with us
Moving out of this house
Sorry I ain't been in better touch
Things are 'bout to come down
Maybe a little too much
No Michelle's still the best and
You should see the kids
They remind us of you
Well sure but I ain't losing sleep over it
They could never undo
All the good that we did
I'm proud of the time I spent here
But yeah I'd take another four years
I believe the country might too
Anyway mama, wondering if you know
How a man like me learns to let go
Of the dream that's all done coming true
Child the thing about dreams
Is that when one of them ends
Another one starts
Hasten to the bosom of
Your sweet family and friends
We will tend to your heart
Rest your head upon us child
There's no need to pretend this isn't hard
But you're not alone
The dream's done coming true for us as well
Mom I hear you wherever you are
And I'm lucky to be my mother's son
Waiting in the dark at the end of a dream
For the next dream to start
