(S)mothering and Coaching

Make them go 'way

They seem so low

They seem so low

Make them go 'way

There and always shopping, never think to stopping us

When they meet us down the road

Frequently for squeezing anything to pleasing them

When they trap us in our homes down the road

You tear your childhood down from the cheekbone

You sell me down when you tell me you'll never

Spend days unfazed, not to tell me, "I love you"

And they might not be failing solo

And they might not be playing for the team

What team?

And so they're moving out in circles

To know themselves in life and pleasant dreams

Whose dreams?

Baby, don't go

We'll miss you so much

This is your home

Baby, don't go