Night is unkind
In this hospital room
This damn chair
It hurts my back
Your IV gets tangled
With your breathing tube
And it beeps
Every time you thrash
Outside the room
There's a security guard
And the nurses
They look away
I ain't got no change
For the vending machine
That's okay
I can't eat anyway
Not every mother's son
is a killer
Not every father's daughter
is adored
He could have been
a writer
Or a builder
He could have been
someone else's
But he's yours..
On the news tonight
A million voices
They're all saying
What you are
But all I can see
Is my baby and me
Reading books
About dinosaurs
Not every mother's son
is a killer
Not every father's daughter
is adored
He could have been
a writer
Or a builder
He could have been
someone else's
But he's yours..
He was yours
