Mama's Boy

How will your garden ever bear fruit
if you never take time to nurture the roots its easy to overstand,
you got no future plans
Your arms are scrawny and your skin is pale,
you got no dirt under your fingernails,
you got a lot to learn, but you got money to burn
Mama’s boy, daddy’s little girl, cut of the umbilical get out into the world
you’ve been
hanging on too long little darling
I think its about time for you to spread your own wings
And you’ll find that in time you’ll be fine once you learn a few things
You have longed for this song for so long now its your turn to sing
And you’ll know that you’ve grown once your own wings have flown and you’ll
find a new home that you can call your own but your never gonna know if you
never go and sew your seeds and become whole no you’re never gonna fly if you
never try to reach the heights
Mama’s boy, daddy’s little girl, cut of the umbilical get out into the world
you’ll see things that you never dreamed of step out in the world and you might
even find Love
Mama’s boy, daddy’s little girl,
cut off the umbilical get out into the world you’ll see things you never knew
existed the world was passing by and all this time you missed it
And if you’re afraid just to make a mistake,
well rewards only come out of chances you take
So break free from the mold stop doing just as your told, out beyond the end
you might make a few new friends
And if you are lost and you can’t find your way,
your tongue is all tied you can’t find the words to say
Look into your bones the truth is etched there in stone,
it has always been waiting for your heart to be awakened
And you’ll return, standing firm in all you’ve learned, ready to be a teacher
You have longed for this song for so long now its your turn to be the singer
And your voice will carry, echo through the valleys, like a trumpet set free in
three part harmony,
if you really wanna see what there is to see, fulfill your destiny,
unfold the mysteries, then step into the wild blue, take a look inside you,
set yourself free
How will your garden ever bear fruit
if you never take time to nurture the roots its easy to overstand,
you got no future plans
Your arms are scrawny and your skin is pale, you got no dirt under your
fingernails,
you got a lot to learn, but you got money to burn
Mama’s boy, daddy’s little girl, cut of the umbilical get out into the world
You’ll never learn to pick yourself up if you never fall, so cut off the
umbilical