The Sound My Mother Makes

Professor past is making house calls

In my room and on my floor

With the headphones blaring

Loud enough to close the people out

Loud enough to stop the voices

In my yard and in my thoughts

Even though I've hurt some feelings

Loud enough to drown them out

Professor now and here we are

Looking at the ceiling tiles

Getting up into my chair

Women floating everywhere

Is he showing what he is

Now I see a darker side

Is it how he sees it all

With the vision of a child

Let the good doctor do his job

He allows for changes

His pure research project

Makes the sound my mother makes

Professor what will I become

Simon moves up to the window

Your reflection in the glass and

In the distance is a man

Genuine philanthropist

Satisfied in all respects

Now that all my dreams are real

I can tell you how I feel.

Let the good doctor do his job

He allows for changes

His pure research project

Makes the sound my mother makes

Makes the sound my mother makes

Makes the sound

Makes the sound

Makes the sound my mother makes