Lyrics

If I mistook The sun for a mango I'd fly up there and reach for it too It's the story of something older And bigger than me and you And you told it In a letter In the form of an evergreen cassette And I played it In the morning Till after the sun would set See, mother I believe That half of everything I hear is true Between you and me I believe the anecdotes too In the veranda In the midnight heat Cousins and I would wait for the rain Singing songs about America And then the first drops came So don't worry Even though you were Oceans and continents away I heard evergreen hits, lullabies And everything you had to say See, mother I believe That half of everything I hear is true Between you and me I believe the anecdotes too If they get you through If time, time could be bent with the drop of a tear You'd see it rained in our house for a year This is the sound of the beating you'd hear All the tapes we've taped over all of our hopes and our fears The open veranda's been flooding for years I always hope that I'd see you here But time, time can't be bent with the drop a tear And though you say you missed out all of those years Your voice on the tapes always kept us near See, mother I believe That half of everything I hear is true Between you and me I believe in everything you do