The Baton

Oh, if I had a daughter

I know what I would tell her

I know what I would tell her when she's old enough to know

I would tell my daughter

She must be her own mother

'Cause I can only take her as far as I can go

And on that very same day

She'd join a kind of relay

I'd pass her the baton, and I'd say, "You better run"

'Cause this thing has been going

For many generations

But there is so much healing

That still needs to be done

So go on, girl, it's out of my hands

I can't come where you're going

But time unfurls, and you'll understand

The baton, it will be passed again

The baton, it will be passed again

But today, I have no daughter

I only have a mother

And I know that my mother taught me everything she knows

And I don't want to leave her

But she is drawing nearer

She's coming around the corner

I can hear her yelling, "Go"

Go on, girl, it's out of my hands

I can't come where you're going

Time unfurls, and you'll understand

The baton, it will be passed again

The baton, it will be passed again