She tells you how her canyon walks can ease a mother`s fear.
The trails and big groves comfort her,
she feels close to god out there.
But that`s just how she makes it through, she`s given up a lot inside.
And even in those spreading trees
she`ll still break down and cry.
She`s praying again her daughter will land with both feet on the ground.
Nobody knows which, way she`ll go, or if she`ll ever come around.
Maybe this time she`ll finally find the pieces that have come apart.
And there`ll be no more breaking, no more breaking either heart.
She carries around a photograph of her beautiful, coltish girl.
In a big white shirt, her head tossed back,
a free spirit in this world.
You want to forget all that she`s done, and all she`s compromised.
You can close your eyes and believe that now,
she`s the same girl in disguise.
She`s praying again her daughter will land with both feet on the ground.
Nobody knows which, way she`ll go, or if she`ll ever come around.
Maybe this time she`ll finally find the pieces that have come apart.
And there`ll be no more breaking, no more breaking either heart.
Her mothers heart, wide as the sea,
would rock her back on a rising tide.
She cradles the memory, then lets it go,
she has to leave the girl behind.
She`s praying again her daughter will land with both feet on the ground.
Nobody knows which, way she`ll go, or if she`ll ever come around.
Maybe this time she`ll finally find the pieces that have come apart.
And there`ll be no more breaking, there`ll be no more breaking,
there`ll be no more breaking, no more breaking either heart