| Mom I wish you were here with us |
| Moving out of this house |
| Sorry I ain’t been in better touch |
| Things are 'bout to come down |
| Maybe a little too much |
| No Michelle’s still the best and |
| You should see the kids |
| They remind us of you |
| Well sure but I ain’t losing sleep over it |
| They could never undo |
| All the good that we did |
| I’m proud of the time I spent here |
| But yeah I’d take another four years |
| I believe the country might too |
| Anyway mama, wondering if you know |
| How a man like me learns to let go |
| Of the dream that’s all done coming true |
| Child the thing about dreams |
| Is that when one of them ends |
| Another one starts |
| Hasten to the bosom of |
| Your sweet family and friends |
| We will tend to your heart |
| Rest your head upon us child |
| There’s no need to pretend this isn’t hard |
| But you’re not alone |
| The dream’s done coming true for us as well |
| Mom I hear you wherever you are |
| And I’m lucky to be my mother’s son |
| Waiting in the dark at the end of a dream |
| For the next dream to start |