There's a hole wearing through this couch of mine

And all the cushions are falling out

One little piece at a time

You might see yourself in me

But I don't see nobody I know

This isn't the way I figured it would be

When I figured it a long time ago

There's a rule me and my little boy have

You've got to say 'I love you' before you close your eyes

Then he can dream himself to sleep and I can pray or cry

One thing I have taught him well is to never wonder why

why wonder why

I see Mars, reflecting in my little boy's brown eyes

And he says "Mama, I'm going to get there someday"

And I say "Fly."

Well, you can hold the whole entire world in your hands

Or you can borrow all of your lessons from me

Life is not a lesson son, I tell him life is just a dream

And it's not as bad as it looks right now, but nothing's as

bad as it seems, not as it seems...

I see Mars, reflecting in my little boy's brown eyes

And he says "Mama, I'm going to get there some-

Mama, I'm going to get there someday"

And I say "Fly."

Well, there's a hole wearing through this heart of mine

And all of the filling is falling out

one piece at a time, but...

I see Mars, reflecting in my little boy's brown eyes

And he says "Mama, I'm going to get there some -

Mama I'm going to get there someday"

And I say "Fly. I know you can FLY."