When The Mothers Start To Shatter, Then

Some People Hide More Than Others, And It Does Intrigue Me.

The Sun Is Getting Dim, Will I Pay For Who I've Been?

Do We Soon Forget The Things We Cannot See?

There Are Enough Scary Rock & Roll Mothers In The World.

I Remember Driving To North Carolina When I Was A Little Girl In A Snowstorm To Get Down To My Mom's Family In The Carolinas. There Were Chains On The Car - It Was The Late Sixties - And We Were Just Singing In The Car. Christmas Carols.