There was no tea in the microwave this morning
No surprise waiting behind the door
We used to laugh that we could always tell
When you had been here the day before
Oh, Mom
I will be the man you raised me to be
I just wish you were still here with me
There were no calls to ask how my week went
No plans for the next one ahead
No songs to be sung, no guitar to be strummed
Only silence echoed instead
Oh, Mom
I will be the man you raised me to be
I just wish you were still here with me
I just wish I could find
One more half-drank cup of tea
And I would know you are still here with me
