July 29, 2011

"Perhaps it’s the color of the sun cut flat
and coverin’ the crossroads I’m standing at.
Or maybe it’s the weather or something like that,
but mama, you been on my mind.

I don’t mean trouble, please don’t put me down or get upset.
I am not pleadin’ or sayin’, 'I can’t forget you.'
I do not walk the floor bowed down and bent, but yet,
mama, you been on my mind.

Even though my mind is hazy and my thoughts they might be narrow,
where you been don’t bother me nor bring me down in sorrow.
I don't even mind who you'll be waking with tomorrow,
mama, you’re just on my mind.

I am not askin’ you to say words like 'yes' or 'no',
please understand me. I got no place for you to go.
I’m just thinking to myself, so I can't pretend that I don't know,
mama, you been on my mind.

When you wake up in the mornin’, baby, look inside your mirror.
You know I won’t be next to you, you know I won’t be near.
I’d just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
as someone who has had you on his mind."

-BD

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