Ahhhhhhhh.... Ahhhhh..... Picking holes in all I've said and done I count the faults of everyone in the city I guess I've never really been the same Since I found my mother weeping Since I found my mother weeping
And down a deadend street This is where we build our nest of love Where we look down from above And by the time that you get home from work I'll have cooked and washed the dishes
And so you tell me that I've not ever been the same Since I found my mother weeping Since I found my mother weeping