Holding My Hands Out

Why you always running?

Can't rein the Palomino in your head

Will the circle be unbroken?

Gotta feed the Monkey at your breast

You come rolling like a storm

I'm thirsty but you never let my lips get wet

And I leave your table hungry

Feasting on all the things left unsaid

All my life I've been standing

Holding my hands out

Holding my hands out

And you move like a shadow

Like breath on a window

I'm holding my hands out

In the night I hear a voice call

Dragging me from cotton-lidded sleep

Is it hers or is it my own?

"Mother! Mother!"