Текст песни Tell Me Where It Hurts

Indie in Indiana Hours early, and this money burns holes in my pockets One foot after the other A ring - a phone call from my mother "I know what was making me sick" said my mom - from across the country there's no delay in a voice from a thousand miles away though I wish there was Just wait till I get home mom I'll show that sickness in your stomach Who's boss mom "Don't worry about me" she said "Don't come home, you're finally living your dream now" Phone falls into my pocket My lungs - feel the weight of the world now