My mother lost her heart in New York City

In 1976 she lost sight of it

My mother has taken off to the Grand Canyon

Trying to find what she belongs to

She lost her sense of that

My mother thinks of not belonging

I wish I had seen it coming

As it drug off on me

My, my mother

As you're driving through Pueblo

And you're playing your stereo

You know you're not alone

My mother

They'll be writing songs about you

And me and everyone else too

You used to sing along

Do I look at all those lonely people?

Oh, look at all those lonely people

I was lonely

My mother lost her heart in New York City

But in 2006

Inside her, she found it