Story Behind The Song
Jon had the idea for the chorus and we fleshed it out from there
Song Description
Song about common issues between mother and son
Song Length |
3:41 |
Genre |
Folk - Rock |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Poignant |
Subject |
Frustration |
Similar Artists |
Billy Joel |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Mothers & Sons
INTRO CHORUS
I think most of the time she feels like a novel person
A novel that?s worked out and written and then tossed away
I think most of the time she feels like a song worth singing
But with no one to hear, it?s a song that might never be played
VERSE ONE
She keeps a chair in her living room, same one where she read to me
There, in her chair in her living room, narrowed toward the tv
I read my books in my condo now to my lawyer wife
She?s in a chair in her living room, living her life
CHORUS ONE
I think most of the time she feels like a novel person
A novel that?s worked out and written and then tossed away
I think most of the time she feels like a song worth singing
But with no one to hear, it?s a song that might never be played
She is a no one who knows she wants someone to stay
VERSE TWO
She meets a man who has character, they both love museums and art
She sees him as one who believes in her but he doesn?t value her heart
I?m on my cell trying to tell her now, ?mama, don?t you cry?
She?s in a chair in her living room wondering why
CHORUS TWO
I think most of the time she feels like a novel person
A novel that?s worked out and written and then tossed away
I think most of the time she feels like a song worth singing
But with no one to hear, it?s a song that might never be played
CHORUS THREE
I think most of the time I feel like I?m to the rescue
Therapist, confidant, all around prodigal son
I?ve got guitars and gadgets and songs that I pour my heart into
You pour your heart into me ?til we both come undone
There, in your chair, in your living room you have become
The no one who knows she wants someone to make her someone
But mama, I?m telling you I can?t be the one