I finally left the house when I was old enough for college
She helped me buy my Buick and we drove it down to school
The thermostat was shot, we overheated, had to stop
And we just sat there in the silence til the engine cooled

I remember that I couldn't wait to get off of that interstate
We turned the Buick over and got going on our way
She must have felt so all alone to see her youngest leaving home
The little boy she thought would be the president one day

My mother was a singer, she was radiant and full of hope

She'd tuck me in with Que Sera Sera when I was just a kid
If I become a Dad one day I'll put my own to bed that way
I'll sing to them the way my mother did

So now we have our weekly call, where mostly talk is mostly small
Sometimes she thinks her kids still blame her for things that didn't go so good
But I'll rewrite this greeting card, "I know your life was very hard
I also know you did the very best you could..."

I've tried to say those words to her but the hurt goes deep and back so far
A little girl in Jersey and a childhood gone wrong
She gave up singing years ago, but now and then a glimmer shows
Her little man has taken up her song

CHORUS My mother was a singer, she was delicate and full of dreams
She'd tuck me in with Que Sera Sera when I was just a kid
If I become a Dad one day I'll put my own to bed that way
I'll sing to them the way my mother did