Tekster: Europe. A Mother's Son.

There's a light, a different kind of light
When we close, we close our eyes
There's a place, a distant kind of place
We can't let go, just can't let go

There's a faith, a stronger kind of faith
It makes you try, just a little harder
There's a time, a lonely kind of time
When you know, you simply know

That you just can't fake it

A mother's son knows he never walks alone
No matter what he's become
Hard as he tries, he can never give it back
Life's too short, for a mother's son

There's a rage, a silent kind of rage
It makes you live out on the edge
There's a pain, a different kind of pain
Knowing time will change everything

You just can't fake it

A mother's son knows he never walks alone
No matter what he's become
Hard as he tries, he can never give it back
Life's too short for a mother's son

You just can't fake it

A mother's son knows he never walks alone
No matter what he's become
Hard as he tries, he can never give it back
Life's too short for a mother's son

There's a light, a different kind of light