A black and white photograph
   Of me up the garden path
   Wrapped up in my football scarf
   It sits here in my hand
   And there mother smothered me
   And how she would mother me
   She knew how to suffer me
   Like all mothers can
   Now she is everywhere
   The comb that runs through my hair
   My posture on a chair
   But that’s not who I am
   He ran from the arguments
   And sat on the garden fence
   And lived in the passing tense
   That fell from her lips
   He tended the house so well
   And each time she rang his bell
   He’d climb back from where he fell
   And gathered his wits
   Now I fear the mold is mine
   A vibration shakes my spine
   As I walk the crooked line
   Reality hits
  
   So let me walk free from you
   You know that you want me to
   Let me try something new
   Let me walk away
  
   If it’s not one thing it’s your mother
   How I love her
   How I love her
   How I love her
   But it’s not so easy to say
   Please won’t you let me walk away
   Let me walk away
   Let me walk away
  
   So let me walk on my own
   And finish my ice cream cone
   If we are to make it home
   Then all will be well
   Look see I’m a father now
   I’m raising my own eyebrow
   And being in my own row
   And making life hell
   This is me, see here I am
   Doing the best that I can
   This life has a subtle plan
   But you couldn’t tell