The child who raised her mother peeked inside the door, At her forty year old baby pa**ed out on the floor, And she made her mother breakfast - washed and changed her sheets, Went back to bed instead of school and drifted off to sleep. And then she drove away, And then she drove away - drove away. The child who raised her mother made excuses for her mom, Lied to friends and teachers - told them, "nothing's wrong". And she often fell asleep at school and sometimes she would dream, That her dad came back and picked her up in a magic limousine. And then they drove away And then she drove away - drove away. Above the trees and houses - above the school and cars, Far above her mother's house - among the moon and stars. When the child who raised her mother turned sixteen she was told, That another man would live with them - the house was being sold, So she packed up in the night - took only what she'd need, Walked out to her mother's car and finally turned that key. And then she drove away and then she drove away.