A lonely mother gazing out of the window. Staring at her son that she just can't touch. If at any time he's in a jam she'll be by his side. But he doesn't realize he hurts her so much.
[Girl]. You know it's you. You know it's you. You know it's you. You know it's you. So tell me what we gonna do. Oh. Whoa. Whoa. Oh. Whoa. Whoa. My baby.