The story behind this song
She caught the 5:15 in the dark, worked the double to the bone, and stretched one paycheck like a loaf of bread across two lives. The cut-up coupons stayed hidden behind a smile and a steady "we're doing fine." She checked essays past midnight in her work-shift dress, then went in an hour early. Today her kid crosses the stage — first in the family — and turns to find her face.
For the single mom whose name belongs beside the one they called: half this is hers, and she got them here.
Lyrics
But it should've come with yours
Stretched a single paycheck like a loaf of bread at home
You said "we're doing fine" and hid the math behind your smile
I found the cut-up coupons, Mama — I've known it all the while
You held it with your back
Half this paper's hers, every dollar, every dime
I crossed the stage on legs she built, on years she gave away
Mama, take this walk with me
You got me here today
Checked my essays past midnight in your wrinkled work-shift dress
When the acceptance letter came, you cried into the sink
Then went to work an hour early — that's the kind of love I mean
So here's one with a choir
Half this paper's hers, every dollar, every dime
I crossed the stage on legs she built, on years she gave away
Mama, take this walk with me
You got me here today
The five-fifteen can run without you
I'm carrying us now
Half this paper's hers, every dollar, every dime
I crossed the stage on legs she built, on years she gave away
Mama, take this walk with me
You got me here today
It always did
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