Does your mother know
You had to go some day?
Does your mother know
That you would grow so fast, anyway?
That's all you think about.
You'd call her if you could.
But the letters that you write
In the faded winter light
Just tell her, they tell her,
That you've got ten dollars and you'll be alright,
And when you get straight,
You're gonna come back east some day.
Does your mother know
You had a man in the west?
Does your mother know
You drove him from your door, anyway?
That's all you think about.
You'd call her if you could.
Does your mother know
You walked all day in the rain?
Does your mother know
How deep your love could be, anyway?
That's all you think about.
You'd call her if you could.
But the letters that you write
In the faded winter light
Just tell her, they tell her,
That you've got ten dollars and your rent cost eight,
And when you get straight,
You're gonna come back east some day.
But the letters that you write
In the faded winter light
Just tell her, they tell her . . .