Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
As my mother lay lying in the nursing home bed
I paid strict attention to the things she said
As my mother lay lying I learned
Old dreams that bothered me
Since I was little
I looked at her and in a flash I saw the riddle
As my mother lay lying I learned
As my mother lie dying I learned some more
Now she's sleeping in the sun
Breaking free of earthly chains one by one
As my mother lay lying I learned
Now just bones and silver hair
My restless twisting mother sleeping there
As my mother lay lying I learned
As my mother lie dying I learned some more
Now comes the time for one final cry
Now comes the time to say goodbye
As my mother lay lying I learned
As my mother lie dying I learned some more