you'd be proud of me out there, mama
you’d picture me holding my own
as the shadows creep, the sidewalks break trees,
and we all learn to go off alone
you'd be proud of me out there, mama
you would sigh at me wandering so free
as the water extends where the edge of land ends
and the moon laps the fall of the leaves
I can see now the smile in your eyes -
mama, you'd be proud of me
and I need your love to make my way through this door
oh I need your love to make me up another home
well you'd be proud of me out there, mama
breathe in time with me making my way
through the joshua trees, with their sweat on the breeze,
and then climbing the old castle's bay
you'd be proud of me out there, mama
you would throw your arms open again
whether I was the king or the kill that he brings,
you'd receive me, a rotten old friend
you would know just the right thing to say
at the journey's sweet end
so I need your love to make my way through this door
oh I need your love to make me up another home
if it means going down and moving all the ocean
it it means calling all the city to the street
if it means over mountains dragging deserts to the river
then I am moving again, calling again
as if nothing we know could complete
you'd be proud of me out there, mama
you would picture me holding my own
whether I was the wind or the branches that bend
knowing none of us go out alone
you'd be so proud, and I thank you, mama -
I guess you know?
oh mama, you always know
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