If my mama's sitting out there
In the strange beyond, looking out here,
I hope she's traveled back in time to read my mind
So she can see what I was thinking
When I turned away each time;
So she can see I'm alright, as I write.
It's too late to say what you already know
Here's a song for my mother, who had to go.
You know, we were hard on each other,
But now she knows she raised a good man.
Mama, if you're at this concert
Watching all the hearts turning bright blue
I hope you sing a harmony. I hope they hear it, too.
I hope you sit next to my baby
And the child who read that story through.
I want you to watch me love them the way you taught me to.
'Cause we make mistakes; it's the only way to grow.
I wrote this song for you, mother, so you'd always know
In a way, we were perfect for each other--hey,
Look at me now: you raised a good man!
You were so much more than I can say,
And I honor you proudly.
But, you've taught me well enough to admit:
This time, this song is just as much about me.
My mama couldn't give me everything, no--
But she gave me everything I need.
I hope her mom sits next to her and smiles with dignity.
In fact I hope that every mama
Takes a moment--now--to celebrate.
Now is the time for every thing,
Except, to wait.
'Cause this strange parade begins with her
Sing a song to your mother; now it's your turn--
'Cause we can always be good to each other,
But not everyone can raise a good man.
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