The child who raised her mother peeked inside the door,

At her forty year old baby passed out on the floor,

And she made her mother breakfast - washed and changed her sheets,

Went back to bed instead of school and drifted off to sleep.

And then she drove away,

And then she drove away - drove away.

The child who raised her mother made excuses for her mom,

Lied to friends and teachers - told them, "nothing's wrong".

And she often fell asleep at school and sometimes she would dream,

That her dad came back and picked her up in a magic limousine.

And then they drove away

And then she drove away - drove away.

Above the trees and houses - above the school and cars,

Far above her mother's house - among the moon and stars.

When the child who raised her mother turned sixteen she was told,

That another man would live with them - the house was being sold,

So she packed up in the night - took only what she'd need,

Walked out to her mother's car and finally turned that key.

And then she drove away and then she drove away.