I remember when I owned everything; The sun, the moon, and the rain. My domain; Stretched all along the astro-plane. Of cosmic Kansas to L.A.
The universe is a toy In the mind of a boy. Life is a movie too… Staring you, your whole family-cast and crew. A little secret between God and you.
And one day he whispered, “Mother’s love might seem insane. It’s cause she really knows everything.” To bad it takes so long to see what you’ve been missing. Love like that cant be Measured in any way. And you know, love like that cant be measured in any way.
Love is taken for granted when you don’t understand it; since it came so easily. It must be free- wish I would have listened carefully when I was (unintelligible) in my Grandmas tree, when she was Singing, “Mothers love might Seem insane. Its cause she Really knows everything.”
To bad it takes so long to reveal The whole admission. Love like that Cant be measured in any way. And you know, love like that cant be Measured in any way.
Aint it strange how it all makes perfect sense? When your life is the evidence? She needs to feel- how the love made You more than real. It struts you up and Fills your cup.
And if your singing “Mothers love might Seem insane- Its cause she really knows Everything.” Too bad it takes so long to reveal the whole Admission.
Love like that cant be Measured in any way. And you know, mothers love might seem insane. Its cause she really knows everything.
Candy wisdom in the way. In Your lunch pail in your mind You’ll find- Tastes like nothing in the world today. and you know love like that cant be measured in any way.
And you know love like that cant be measured in any way.
And you know love like that cant be measured in any way.
And you know love like that cant be measured in any way.
And you know love like that Cant be measured in any way.
Compositores: Mark L Stewart (Ausby Butman), Heidi B Rodewald ECAD: Obra #16947901