Walk Away

(Difford/Tilbrook)
 A black and white photograph
 Of me up the garden path
 Wrapped up in my football scarf
 It sits here in my hand
 And there mother smothered me
 And how she would mother me
 She knew how to suffer me
 Like all mothers can
 Now she is everywhere
 The comb that runs through my hair
 My posture on a chair
 But that's not who I am
 He ran from the arguments
 And sat on the garden fence
 And lived in the passing tense
 That fell from her lips
 He tended the house so well
 And each time she rang his bell
 He'd climb back from where he fell
 And gathered his wits
 Now I fear the mold is mine
 A vibration shakes my spine
 As I walk the crooked line
 Reality hits
 So let me walk free from you
 You know that you want me to
 Let me try something new
 Let me walk away
 If it's not one thing it's your mother
 How I love her
 How I love her
 How I love her
 But it's not so easy to say
 Please won't you let me walk away
 Let me walk away
 Let me walk away
 So let me walk on my own
 And finish my ice cream cone
 If we are to make it home
 Then all will be well
 Look see I'm a father now
 I'm raising my own eyebrow
 And being in my own row
 And making life hell
 This is me, see here I am
 Doing the best that I can
 This life has a subtle plan
 But you couldn't tell