it's been five years and some change
and this world is getting so strange
but this house smells just the same
but my mom, my sweet mom
she don't remember my name

i sit on her bed and kiss right behind the ear
she calls out for a dog that's been dead for a year
i say how is it going just like i didn't know
i hold on to both of her hands too afraid to let go
and five times exactly no more or no less
she says how you been eating boy
and i say, okay i guess
in this room where she made me each day she grows weak
she flips on the golden girls and the first tear hits my cheek

it's been five years