Cultivating sounds for all the mothers. Who come near to find out. Calling post bombs of response. With cotton in their ears. And goodbye kisses for the ones in the ground.
The weight of persuasion. When you changed your mind. I left the ground, you just gave in. It was the only time. . I felt awake, I was way out. Under the closing night.
I never thought a moment spoke so well. As the second when you tried to be kind. Stumbling over the telephone ringing. Looking for your voice on the line.
Mother walks the streets. With a baby in her hands. Ohh, the child weighs on her mind. Mama's looking for a man. . 'Cause her daddy's in the doldrums.