oh tell me single mother
i’ll hang on every word
what you have to do these days
to get your story heard

i’m not taking any chances
this’ my only interview
i met a single mother
and the damsel fit the shoe
single mother did i tell you
you must wait for your reward
when you need a new beginning
and you don’t know where to start

you won’t hear my confession
this is just an interview
i say the word you take it down
that’s all there is to you
how can a heart once empty
become so full of noise
obscuring what little view i have
of the blue eyed little boy

single mother ‘s gone into hiding
little traces i found
where our home with no exception
would move its daily ground
i find it sometimes hard to handle
but i will not ask for more
i’ll trade salvation at a glance
for a blanket on the floor

and here ‘s why single mother
i’m calling off the search
all i can see is foul play
and schism in the church