All I Could Do

I had a show a few weeks ago

It's getting harder and harder to sing

And it is hard to focus on my guitar playing

When inside a baby is kicking

At first I was sad and scared

'Cause this is all I know how to do

Then John and Peter played standing up

Sometimes something will change

And that change will change you

Then I thought back to six years ago

When Brian Pilkton told me to play

He gave me a car, a typewriter, a guitar

Before that all I could do was count days

Then I thought back to before my coma

Rehab in Tacoma, my junkie roommates

And all that I knew how to do was

Put cigarettes out on myself, I took pills and I drank

And I thought back to when I was 15

How I was squeaky clean and I wanted to die

I was feeding the homeless while combating loneliness

All I could do was keep living a lie

Then I think back to that 12 year old poet

How she didn't know it was what she would be

All she could do was hide under her bed

Scared to death that somebody might read her diary

You see I have changed and I'll keep on changing

And maybe my song-writing will suffer

But it's okay if at the end of the day

All I can do next is just be a good mother

It's okay if at the end of the day

All I can do next is be a good mother