| Most days I never even notice
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| Most nights are much the same
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| But every now and then I get a picture
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| A familiar face without a name
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| Oh when I see a loving mother
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| Kissing a hand that’s hers to hold
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| I see a part of me I can’t recover
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| I get the feeling all I’m growing is old
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| I met a man who was on fire
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| He had a wife he had a family
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| And I fanned the flame of his desire
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| Til he was burning, burning just for me
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| Oh late one night he took me flying
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| Into the fire on wings of wax
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| Flying and melting and falling
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| We landed on our human backs
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| Childless mothers don’t need pity
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| Childless mothers don’t need blame
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| No we beg our own pardons
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| And rake our rock gardens
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| And carry on past the need to explain
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| And light our candles in the rain
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| Cut to the room where we were waiting
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| Young people reading old people magazines
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| All past the point of hesitating
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| All past the hopes and the dreams
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| He left me standing in the doorway
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| I guess he’d gone as far as he could go
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| He watched me walk the plank hallway
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| The rest I’ll still have to face alone
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| Childless mothers don’t need pity
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| Childless mothers don’t need blame
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| No we beg our own pardons
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| And rake our rock gardens
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| And carry on past the need to explain
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| And light our candles in the rain
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| We light our birthday candles in the rain
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| Light our candles
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| Light our candles in the rain
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| Most days I never even notice |