Texty: Her Space Holiday. Sleepy California.

I used to think that I knew
My way around this town
But I'm always getting lost
Since you're not around

I never thought that I would say this
But I miss my mom
Even though for all those years
We didn't get along

And when I stop to think about it
I guess we were the same
Too stubborn to apologize
Too filled upon rage

I wish she felt young again
When everything was new
When her father held her hand
And said, "There's nothing you can't do"

And then I woke up to a phone call
Right on Christmas day
It said, "Your grandmother is dying
In a painful way"

Her lungs are filling up with fluid
Even as we speak
The doctor said that if she's lucky
She'll make it 'til next week

I had one last chance to see her
Right before I moved
But I didn't end up going
I used some lame excuse

I hope that she's not scared
Lying there alone
I hope she hears her husband's voice
Telling her she's coming home

It's just sleepy California
But I just hope they know
It's just sleepy California
How much I really care

It's just sleepy California
How I want the best for them
It's just sleepy California
Even though I'm hardly there