Mother of My Child

You lay in bed dreaming I sit outside in the darkness of my mind A cigar on the table and a guitar in my hand I try to find the words to sum up the division in our hearts And as it turns it's this world that's been tearing us apart Mother of my child I want to stay with you a while Mother of my child You know I'd travel 10, 000 miles just to you smile Mother of My Child Picture shows and social screens Talking heads and shiny things Keep us from the love we once shared And even know we try to kill the pain It drives us even more insane But we pick up the pieces baby and we try again Mother of my child I want to stay with you a while Mother of my child You know I'd travel 10, 000 miles just to you smile Mother of My Child