The Hard Aches
Just Like Your Mother
We sat in dead silence
At the foot of your bed
I spoke just as quietly
As you spoke with your hands
We talked about lost friends
The season that pass
The nights that just don't end
And questions you should never ask
And I've never been afraid of much
Just falling at high speeds
Getting lost in the dark
And you're not the type I'd touch
All that much in public
And I've always been afraid to run
Cause I can't drive at night
And I'm borderline afraid to fly
And one day you'll be
The mother of one hell of a family
And I'll look old and you'll look young
And one day I'll be
The father of one hell of a family
And I'll look old and you'll look young
Young like your mother
I would kill for the hills
And the country fresh air
For us to wake up to nothing
And to live and die there
But I'd miss my old home
Having family who cared
Well I would kill for the hills
And to live and die there