The Child Who Raised Her Mother

The child who raised her mother peeked inside the door,At her forty year old baby passed out on the floor,And she made her mother breakfast - washed and changed her sheets,Went back to bed instead of school and drifted off to sleep.And then she drove away,And then she drove away - drove away.The child who raised her mother made excuses for her mom,Lied to friends and teachers - told them, "nothing's wrong".And she often fell asleep at school and sometimes she would dream,That her dad came back and picked her up in a magic limousine.And then they drove awayAnd then she drove away - drove away.Above the trees and houses - above the school and cars,Far above her mother's house - among the moon and stars.When the child who raised her mother turned sixteen she was told,That another man would live with them - the house was being sold,So she packed up in the night - took only what she'd need,Walked out to her mother's car and finally turned that key.And then she drove away and then she drove away.