She was diagnosed on a Friday
The kids were almost home
The kids were on their way back home from school
Lying face down in the gutter
Of unaccomplished dreams and broken memories of things to come
“Sorry ma'am I really am I had to break the news
I had to make the phone call
To tell you that you're due you know where I'll tell you when
And I suggest you start living these next three weeks the best that you can”
Every night for three long weeks she'd roam the hallways half asleep
And as the footsteps fade away
In my mind I could swear I could swear I heard her say:
Don't wait for me
I've got a lot to do
I've got a lot to be
And in the end maybe I'll see you there
Lost her strength on a Saturday
Spent the day in bed
Yeah I'm fine it's just the flu she said with a smile
But when they turned their backs the tears would flow
She knew she only had a while to live to breathe to be to see to bleed to stand on her own two weakened feet
“And so I pray everyday: Don't take my mother away”
Every night for three long weeks she'd roam the hallways half asleep
And as the footsteps fade away
In my mind I could swear I could swear I heard her say:
Don't wait for me
I've got a lot to do
I've got a lot to be
And in the end maybe I'll see you there
Every night for three long weeks she'd roam the hallways half asleep
And as the footsteps fade away
In my mind I could swear I could swear I heard her say:
Don't wait for me
I've got a lot to do
I've got a lot to be
And in the end maybe I'll see you there
And in the end you know I'll see you there
And in the end I'll see you there.
Don't wait for me
I've got a lot to do
I've got a lot to be
And in the end maybe I'll see you there