Mother's Son

Used to sit by the Art Institute
Watch people passing swiftly by
Across from Symphony Center
Where old grey music waves good-bye
I would sit on the old grey slabs
Taking life by the hour
I was a Monet water color
or perhaps a Van Gogh sun flower
just a reflection of myself I hum-
In all the things I've done
After all I'm just my mother's son
in all the things I've done
After all I'm just my father's son
Used to lie on my back in the living room
pretend the ceiling was the floor
Under the little grandfather clock
Growing restless more and more
Used to try to act real wild
Wore it like a badge of honor
I was a spread out sunday paper
Just a section in the times
Just a reflection of myself I chime
In all the things I've done
After all I'm just my mother's son
In all the things I've done
After all I'm just my father's son
It's unfair to ask a child
to shoulder the responsibility
How is it after a while
we all feel the loss of stability
I'm sorry that I'm just not sure
of anything anymore
we were all great works of art
or perhaps just paint on the wall
just a reflection of ourselves I stall