The greatest fears are the ones you never thought that you would have
Wasted years, an attic full of wedding photographs
Mama's tears, and quiver in her voice as she says
Son, don't you dare think you won't be missed when you're gone
But please be strong, please move on
Circles of prayers sent up through gas station cigars
Every puff a swirl of doubt and anger in my heart
Mama's love, and quiver in her voice as she looked at me and said
Son, don't you dare think you won't be missed when you're gone
But please be strong, please move on
I know next year, when winter ends
We'll cycle 'round in cold, wet death
Perhaps the summer Sun could mend
The hole my father never meant to leave
Son, don't you dare think you won't be missed when you're gone
But please be strong, please move on
And don't forget Mama's tears
