Mother's Son

Have I changed so much, am I not my mother's son Have I all but forgotten all the lessons taught when I was young Would she still be proud, say my name aloud… Proclaim me a blessing and not a shroud of my former self Whoa… whoa… whoa… whoa… I've got a simple plan in mind Let's get our hands all dirty like the summer of 1999 Don't say that we're too old, or that the world is too damn cold Cause I could use a little dose of something more fun than emails Keep on rolling, keep on going No other options, no No back up plan, just pack up and go I'm far from this world of mine Yeah the one I grew up in We knew there was nothing to fear and countertops had sharp edges They say it was a simpler time, I say it was a frame of mind But i'm gonna lose my head if I can't take a piece of it with me Keep on rolling, keep on going No other options, no No back up plan, just pack up and go Whoa… whoa… whoa… Whoa… whoa… whoa… And would she pray for me every night and day Hoping that I'll finally see and change my ways...