My son is almost three

He used to look just like his dad, but right now he looks just like me

And as far as I can see

The fruit I bear is sweet

But the apple's rolling real far from the tree

And falling down the hill so full of love and so carefree

I wonder if the world will treat him any better than it treated me

Well papa, don't you preach

I try to teach him every day that nothing good is free, but oh, it should be.

And with all my roots above

And all my branches down below

Please tell my boy I love him so

Please tell the world I have to grow before I go

Well, I just wanted you to know.

That I believe in magic and I believe in sin

I still believe in heaven if they'll never let me in

I started to believe in love the day I met my little twin

I think I might start trying

Because I haven't been.

My mama's getting old

Well, it's contagious and you catch it like a cold

She won't admit it, but it's something that I know

'cause every year that passes for me passes her a hundredfold.

Back in the day

My dad and I would share a laugh at all of her mistakes

But that alliance didn't save me from her fate

No, I didn't last till twenty-eight

Became a single mom, just crushed under the weight

Of a child growing faster than I think that I can take

I love him anyway

And I remind myself a time will come when he sees me turn grey

And realizes too late

Like I did with my mother

So now I tell her to her face.

With all my roots above

And all my branches down below

Please tell my mom I love her so

Please tell the world I have to grow before I go

Well, I just wanted you to know.

That I believe in magic and I still believe in sin

I still believe in heaven if they'll never let me in

I started to believe in love the day I met my little twin

And I might start trying

Because I haven't been.

I haven't been

But I love him so.