Wake up Mother I think he's coming home
I guess he grew tired of living on his own
And here I sit bewildered, wondering if I've grown
Staring out the window and waiting on the phone
You see I believed in alibis, broken glass and lullabies
Born was I in the 70's
Born to catch the sun
But I'm burned alive in memories
To ashes and dust I run, I run
Wake up mother I think he's coming home
I guess he grew tired of living on his own
And here I sit bewildered, staring through the pane
The glass it is still shattered, and everything remains unchanged
You see I believed in alibis, broken glass and lullabies
Born was I in the 70's
Born to catch the sun
But I'm burned alive in memories
To ashes and dust I run, I run
