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