My friends, my dear friends, 
And lovers, oh my lovers, 
I leave you for them. 
Got a hand on my back.

Mama has money now, 
And mama has friends
She's making rice 
For some uptown hikes
With their money in bags

And why are you so sad?
Why are you always so sad?
Why do I not understand?

Why don't I see 
What it is you see?
Why can't I live 
And just be?
I'm full of guilt. 
I am full of guilt.

You're very tall, 
You're very handsome.
You have it all. 
Your skin smells like meditate
You'll never know how I ached.
You will never know how I ached.

Ever consider this scene?
I heard you had to be strong
Why not float around with me
It won't take you so long
You can go where I'm at
You can hang around with me

few good men will go where they ought
Where they are not be

And a few good mothers go for what they
What they are not teach

I long for a touch Or reminder of us but
But it must not be

few song branches over, What a reach for 
What they are not reach

I hope your mother knows 
Where it is you have been
I hope your mother knows 
What it is you have seen
She'd be so proud.