søndag 28. mars 2010
perhaps it is the color of the sun cut flat
an' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at,
or maybe it's the weather or something like that,
but mama, you been on my mind.
I am not askin' you to say words like "yes" or "no,"
please understand me, I have no place I’m callin’ you to go.
I'm just whispering to myself so I can't pretend that I don't know,
but mama, you're just on my mind.
when you wake up in the mornin' and look inside your mirror,
you know I won't be next to you, you know I won't be near.
I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
as someone who has had you on his mind