Son

hello mom I'm fine where the sun is dying

how's the weather around my old hometown

you seem to worry about my livin'

say that all is forgiven

what's lost is bound to be found

I hope you don't expect to see me

'cause you know I'm very far away

you know I really miss you

but a man's gotta make it on his own someday

soon she sends her greetings

'bout school and civic meetings

says she's doing well in her cell

yeah, my brother's born and raised now

and he's proud to show his face down on the corner scene

in his paper dog dreams

and me I guess I'm living

taking what's for the living

ooh ma, you know how I really wish

you could see what's on my mind, yeah

yeah, I guess it's kind of lonely

and I've been uptight for money

but I'll make it on my own staying high

you seem upset about the drugs and things

I guess finally found my way

it's my way to be free don't think you're a failure to me

someday you'll understand all this

just what it is I mean to say

but just don't try and love me

I don't wanna see you hurt this way

guess I'll be going, makes a guy feel great

knowing that somebody cares somewhere

mom I cannot mail this and let you know I failed

it's just not right somehow, oh no

I'd rather let you think I'm dead

than hung on drugs instead

I'm dying anyhow and it's too late now

I guess there's a moral somewhere

but I can't seem to think just now

if I had to do it over

guess I'd try to change it around somehow

Lord it's really hell when you're living in this spell

and nothing's like it seems

in a cocaine dream