Bedside Manner

Some time as a much older man
I will sit down and put on this song
It just might make me cry
Or at the very least a tear in my eye
I can’t take all these years of my life
To be whittled down into a thought
That only appeals to the ear
I need memories perfectly clear
Mama, mama
Mama, mama
I just want to be making my mind
Keep from changing my mind not to change
Cause I’m greedy as the sea
And that’s how it always will be
Oh, I’ll be somebody now, and I’ll be somebody then
And I’ll be all of you all in between
And then I’ll be ready to leave
When the whole world is taken with me
Mama, mama
Mama, mama
Mama, mama
Mama, mama
Cause there’s so many days in a year
And there’s so many years in my head
So I think about when I’ll be dead
And how those very last moments get spent
And if I think about you is that something you think you’d accept?
Some time as a much older man
I will sit down and put on this song
It just might make me cry
Or at the very least a tear in my eye