Pretty young single mother, Buddy and Bean
Loving, yes. The Brady Bunch, not quite
We would fight. Well, they would, I would keep it inside
Peacemaker, proud, pleading don’t get too loud, mom
Just sing quietly to me. Don’t be loud
 
Even when she was screaming, I’d know when we got home
Like a deaf man laughs, like a blind man smiles, she would sing to me
And show me her heart. Beautiful and strong. She’s my mom
 
Angering, desperate stranger. Proud young man
Which of the two depended on whose eyes
I was right, I was so sure I was doing just fine
Then why lie, she’d ask. Don’t ask so loud, mom
 
Even when I was greedy, bleeding myself, holding hurt
Like a deaf man laughs, like a blind man smiles, she would sing to me
And show me my heart
Beautiful and strong. She’s my mom
 
I, a man, a boy, with brass hair and stone eyes
Arms small but strong, from holding back
And holding up, and holding on too long
 
Alone in my room, my nightlight shines on my ideas
My thoughts cover up my ears
But sometimes a memory just gets too loud
Sometimes I wish I had a dad around
I wish that he were here to see my tears
Sometimes the greatest ideas come from fears
But she’s here
 
And the way that she sees me, it’s better than my eyes sometimes
Like a deaf man laughs, like a blind man smiles, she still sings to me
And shows me her heart. Beautiful and strong. She’s my mom