Mother, give menback my old roomnI won’t make a mess like I used to,nI won’t play my recordsnnloud at nights,nI’ll keep it quietnMother, let me have my old bed backnand lay out clothes for me.nnPeople give me work and moneynThey depend on me now,nif they only knew how thin the ice they walk on is.nIf they only knew how thin the ice they walk onnisnnMother, please makenmy decisionsnlike you once did,nthis time I won’t pester you about it,nI’ll surrendernnMother, these streetsnare too cold for menI’m standing by your doornA plant under each arm,nlet me move back innnFather, the last time you offered to teach menall about the Baltic Sea, it was wasted on me.nNow I’m ready, throw me once againnthe footballs you tried to throw and this timenI will catch and learn and knownnMother, if that’s not enoughnbring me all the way back tonmy original addressnto your womb.nnI have trouble sleeping but I don’t recall I had while in your womb.