Rheostatics - All The Same Eyes lyrics

Tim Veseley A mother and her kids, An eleven a.m. trip, Down the street from where they live To a gra**y little stop That someone's called a park, 'Cause it's routed in the wood. A mother and her kids, And they all have the same eyes, And they're greener than they're blue, And they love each other, too. A mother looking tired, Always weighted under 'Cause no one else brought food. And it's a (Sunday) slow afternoon, 'Cause there's no one else around, And the TV drags her down. Under weight of growing up from the ground. I aspire to work so hard. All the gold is buried in the park. A mother and her kids, Walking hand in hand in hand, And they all have the same eyes.