The story behind this song
The Sunday calls always run short — five rushed minutes between errands, yes Mom I'm eating, love you, bye. She never complains; she raised a kid with a full life, which was the whole point. But the things that don't fit in five minutes have been piling up for years: the soup he still makes when he's sick, the recipe cards he still can't read in cursive, her voice that stops him before he does the dumb thing.
So this is the long call, the one that runs over. For the mom whose number is the first one good news ever dials — finally saying the thank-you he never says.
Lyrics
This one's gonna run long
Still can't read your recipe cards in cursive, but I try
I hear your voice before I do the dumb thing
Half the time it even stops me — Mama, that's no lie
Never fit the half of it
Thank you for the years you spent on me
You're the first number good news ever dials
And the reason I turned out this free
No occasion, Mama — just calling to say
You end each one with too many x's and o's
I save them all — I've never told you that part
There's a lot I never told you, I suppose
Never fit the half of it
Thank you for the years you spent on me
You're the first number good news ever dials
And the reason I turned out this free
No occasion, Mama — just calling to say
For a kid with a full life and not much time
And I'll finally know exactly what you gave me
By giving it away — and that's just fine
Thank you for the years you spent on me
You're the first number good news ever dials
And the reason I turned out this free
No occasion, Mama — just calling to say
But the love runs long
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