All my bags are packed I'm waiting for a train All my bags are packed I'm sitting in this greyhound station I am looking out the window, for the council the sky gives I'm going back to Virginia where my mother is Where my mother is, my mother is dying
All my bags are packed I kiss her on the forehead All my bags are packed she is tiny in that hospital bed We are through with all our fighting, she smiles and she looks tired She is afraid of dying and I can't help her I can't help her, I can't help her
All my bags are packed I'm back in this old house All my bags are packed in these photos we have the same mouth There was no time to get old, and have children of my own And understand why she chose to make this her home To make this home, she made me her home
Daughter, Sister, Mother carved in stone She is in a list of names of those with Cancer of the bone And the man in black says what they always say Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to celebrate this life This life, this life
All my bags are packed I'm waiting for a train All my bags are packed I'm sitting in this greyhound station I am looking out the window, for the council the sky gives I'm leaving Virginia where my mother lived Where my mother lived, where my mother lived her whole life....Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
