It's been duly noted Recorded documented cataloged A celebration of loss The sight of a mother who can't recognize Her life is pa**ing her by Six strings and seven stories of a boy who lost his glory He tied the noose and said hey cut me loose And the smile on her face lets me know she's awake Dear Omaha there's a problem with binding lovers There is no space for growth with others And the fire of apathy seems to consume everything Until we can't breath until we can't see And the smile on her face let's me know she's awake And the touch of her hand lets me know that she can get me through this day And the sound of her sigh lets me know she's alive And the will that she breaks lets me know that I might make it through this day And I can't remember how I got here