Mother, it's me.
I'm calling once more,
and here on your voice mail
my heart I will pour.

I'm lonely out here,
the world is so cold,
the people so selfish,
and I feel so old.

Mother, I'm calling.
Can I come back home?
I'm hungry, I'm tired,
I don't need to roam.

I ache in this place
that I once called my heart.
I feel like I'm splitting,
that I'm tearing apart.

Mother, I'm crying.
I'm broken, I'm done.
Please remember I love you
but I've run my last run.

Well Mother, I'm going.
There's no more to seek.
I think that I'll sleep now.
I'll call you next week.