Like A Mother - Rocky Votolato

I guess that’s it for this boy

He’ll never write again

Something tells me I’ve been here before

And so long to apocalyptic visions in this head

I’m going on to bigger and better things

Cause I’m tired

Like they were tired

Like a Mother, she knows what tired means

At the end of my century

We are all the authors of our own destruction

Help me to take what has been done here

And put this into focus

I’ve got a vision that’s feeding on me This dirty ambition you see

Call it lack of perception

Problems lie in how we look upon everything

Or is it that we haven’t learned to see

That simple vision with two eyes shows us nothing

And nothing’s quite the color that it seems

I’m going crazy like they went crazy

Going slowly — no much quicker than you think

At the end of my century