Story Behind The Song
I wrote this song after my 4th child. I've been writing music since I was 12 and the music would be in my head, keeping me up at night. I would dream of songs and have to get up and write them down. This song describes my evolution into the creative side of myself. I felt selfish, but sometimes the creative spririts that keep us up at night, won't let us rest until we do what they've set out for us. So this song is one of the fruit of their labor.
Song Description
This song is about telling one's children, that mommy's a person and she's crossing over to a part of herself that she's ignored for too long. For each mother it's something different. It can be a lifelong dream, sexuality...and the fact that children can sense when their mother isn't happy, so she might as well teach them to go after their dreams by example.
| Song Length |
4:38 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary, Pop - Easy Listening |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Restless, Poignant |
Subject |
Change, Evolution |
| Similar Artists |
Rickie Lee Jones, Joan Baez |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Crossing Over © 2004
Lyricist/singer/composer Jana Brooks
How do I explain the rain, to a child?
Or the winds of change blowing wild?
Chorus
Well I've tried and I've tried to keep it all inside
But this leak in my soul, it keeps spilling out all the time
And well, anyway, they can see it in my eyes
Mommy's crossing over to the other side.. .of herself
All the time, every night, I have this dream
There's a part of me that somehow has started to scream
Well there?s words & music and it?s playing in my head
And I won?t turn it off and I won?t go right back to bed
I won?t go back to dead
Chorus
Well I've lied and I've lied to everyone and now I find
There's a simple truth that I can't conceal, I can't deny
Well there is music in me that I can no longer hide
Mommy's crossing over to the other side.. .of herself
Bridge
I know, I know, I know, where to go
This is just the start of my story
Like every blade of grass, we all have the right to grow
For surely we reap what we sow
How do I explain the pain, to myself?
Or justify the pain and the hell?
Chorus
Well I've tried and I've tried to keep it all inside
But this leak in my soul, it keeps spilling out all the time
And well, anyway, they can see it in my eyes
Mommy's crossing over to the other side.. .of herself
Of herself, self, yeah, of herself?.