Send a letter home to your mother. And tell her who you've been. Don't ask for money or a favor. Just an old blue blanket. That you can lay your head in.
All the letters I ever wrote you. And some of them I even sent. All this time we've been waiting. For this moment to arrive. And now it's here. Now I know I could kiss you.
Here we go again with your hair in your face. My head in my hands. Hoping to find something that we've never known. Looking like two little kids with our wide eyes.
Cut off your toes so you might walk little more slowly. Cut out your tongue so you couldn't say anything wrong. You held yourself up to the light so you might be forgiven.