Mars

Well, there’s a hole wearing through this couch of mine
And all of the cushions are falling out, one little piece at a time
You might see yourself in me but I don’t see nobody I know
This isn’t the way I figured it would be when I figured it
A long time ago, a long time ago
Well, there’s a rule me and my little boy have
You’ve got to say I love you before you close your eyes
And he can dream himself to sleep and I can play or cry
One thing I have taught him well is to never wonder why
Why, wonder why
And I see Mars reflecting in my little boy’s brown eyes
And he says, «Mama, I’m gonna get there someday
Mama I’m gonna get there someday?
And I say, «Fly»
Well, you can hold the whole entire world in your hands
Or you can borrow all of your lessons from me
Well, life is not a question, son, I tell him life is just a dream
It’s not as bad as it looks right now
Because nothing’s as bad as it seems
Not as it seems
I see Mars reflecting in my little boy’s brown eyes
And he says, «Mama I’m gonna get there someday
Mama I’m gonna get there someday»
I see Mars reflecting in my little boy’s brown eyes
And he says, «Mama, I’m gonna get there someday
Mama I’m gonna get there someday»
And I say, «Fly»
Well, there’s a hole wearing through this heart of mine
And all of the filling is falling out, one little piece at a time
But I see Mars reflecting in my little boy’s brown eyes
And he says, «Mama, I’m gonna get there someday
Mama, I’m gonna get there someday»
And I say, «Fly, I know you can fly»