Come here boy, we need to talk
you'll be brave and you won't cry
come here boy, mom is leaving
older stuff that you won't understand
Since tomorrow I'll put you the pajama
you'll wash your hands like she taught you
since tomorrow you'll tidy up your room
with all the toys she bought you
She has to go, she has to go
but think that she aches the same as you
She has to go, she has to go
but think that she aches the same as you
Come here boy, you won't fool me
because when you sleep I hear you cry
come here boy, don't suffer
because I can't forget her either