From the recording Freedom of Expression
Lyrics
I remember Mama, criticiz’n men…waitin’ home for Dad to show
When he was with his friends….starin’ out of the window
Tellin’ me her fears…well I would stay to listen
And it went that way for years
So when it came to loving you well I shoulda been wise
But I could not see the longing in my own lover’s eyes
I remember Daddy, always on the go…but if he had a loving hand, well
He never let it show….telling Mom he loved her…
While lookin’ straight ahead…but he was quick to reprimand for
Something that she said
And when Mama cried a river, well it, coulda been a flood
And I swore I’d break tradition, but it must be in the blood
And if pain is a great teacher, then I will pass the test
I have learned a lot about losing love so pain must be the best
And when I wake up to the morning light, remembering you’re gone
It’s not that I am used to it but I know that I was wrong
Solo
Someday soon I’ll master what it’s like to be alone
And I’ve come to think of losing love as a stepping stone
And if pain is a great teacher, then I will pass the test
I have learned a lot about losing love so pain must be the best
And when I wake up to the morning light, remembering you’re gone
It’s not that I am used to it but I know I must move on…..