Mother's Day - Sloan

He’s already lost his favourite guitars

Hopelessly fading into too many bars

It’s a kind disintegrating feeling

That carries the weight of his world

Some of the time a situation arises

Where somebody asks him to shed his disguises

All of his time is a sharp decline

Everybody around him stands outside the line until Mother’s Day

Like any other day he lives the danger sign

And God’s his

And sips his vintage wine

On Mother’s Day

Sleeping in pastures

His life’s a disaster

He’s rolling on empty and just couldn’t go faster

Time for laughs

No stark contrast could ever carry the weight of his world

Single inside his fragile mind

He’s love with his family but he’d rather have mine

Until Mother’s Day

Like any other day he lives the danger signs

And God’s his

And sips his vintage wine

On Mother’s Day