All my soul, my head 'n' aching tummy
Why in world was my mother taken from me?
Up until the last minute, I've been looking for the best answer
Hard as she tried she couldn't outrun the breast cancer
What am I supposed to do? I need at least another year
There comes times everyday, I need to have my mother here
I need to talk to her, it's important, it seems to be
I gotta make sure she understands how much she means to me

Who will be there to pick me up by the waistband?
Plus, I promised, one day I would take her to Graceland
There's things she needs to see
For instance, I plan on building a family of my own
She's never had grandchildren
She always helped to make my work around the kitchen painless
I want her to see when I'm finally rich and famous

Who will I ask my stupid questions when they come up?
My first impulse is that I want to call my mum up but
Then I'm standin' there, holding the telephone
Wishing this damn headache would leave me the hell alone
The last thing I need is for pain to fill my empty spaces and
Right now I fell pain in plenty of places

I need to make her laugh more, I wanna have pictures taken
She always told her friends about the music her son Richard's makin'
I need to listen to her stories and tell her my own ones
I want her to watch when I hit lots of homeruns
For few things I need to say "I'm sorry", and "blame me instead of yourself"
As for Lorry and Amy, I'll make sure they're okay
And that they always wear a seat belt
I promise to ease back whenever the heat's felt

I want to go home and show off this weekend
But I can't, and it fells like I might go off the deep end
It's painful being here, but it's unfit there
My mother's gone away, it's not one bit fair

(Hold your breath, start with death)