I had a show a few weeks ago
It's getting harder and harder to sing
And it is hard to focus on my guitar playing
When inside a baby is kicking
At first I was sad and scared
'Cause this is all I know how to do
Then John and Peter played standing up
Sometimes something will change
And that change will change you
Then I thought back to six years ago
When Brian Pilkton told me to play
He gave me a car, a typewriter, a guitar
Before that all I could do was count days
Then I thought back to before my coma
Rehab in Tacoma, my junkie roommates
And all that I knew how to do was
Put cigarettes out on myself, I took pills and I drank
And I thought back to when I was 15
How I was squeaky clean and I wanted to die
I was feeding the homeless while combating loneliness
All I could do was keep living a lie
Then I think back to that 12 year old poet
How she didn't know it was what she would be
All she could do was hide under her bed
Scared to d**h that somebody might read her diary
You see I have changed and I'll keep on changing
And maybe my song-writing will suffer
But it's okay if at the end of the day
All I can do next is just be a good mother
It's okay if at the end of the day
All I can do next is be a good mother