Where It Hurts

Indian...Indiana Hours early, money burns holes in my pockets One foot after the other, a ring A phonecall from my mother "I know what was making me sick" said my mom From across the country And there's no delaying our voice from a thousand miles away Though I wish there was Just wait till i get home mom And I'll show that sickness in your stomach Who's boss mom Don't worry about me She said "Don't come home, finally living your dream now" Phone falls into my pocket My lungs feel the weight of the world now