Sam
(One, two, three, four...)
Sat inside a railway stationDrinking a cup of coffee on my ownListening to the strangest conversationAbout children and holidays in Rome
Last night I sat inside a bar roomAnd I was thinking 'bout my childhood homeI think I need to talk to mama'Cause I'm about to have a child all of my own
And I hope I'm as brave as my motherWondering what kind of mother will I be?I hope she knows that I found a man far from my fatherSam, my baby, and me
I've been thinking about my husbandFrom seventeen, the only love I've knownAnd I could place no one above himSo beautiful and so naive alone
I've not even called my familyAbout the life that's about to find me wholeFor many years, the lights were blind meBut now I find the only one that leads me home
And I hope I'm as brave as my motherWondering what kind of mother will I be?Hope she knows that I found a man far from my fatherSam, my baby, and me
And I hope I'm as brave as my motherWondering what kind of mother will I be?Hope she knows that I found a man far from my fatherSam, my baby, and meIt's just Sam, my baby, and me