An over loved and overkept mother's boy is crying at the gate.
He's been gone and back so many times getting nowhere at all.
Still sitting at her table, sleeping on her sofa,
toiling in her garden and hiding in her shed.
Looking through the window dreaming of life outside.
She told him many moons ago there's nothing here to fear.
Hello wish I'd known you were here before
Any tips on dealing with other’s reactions (or lack of them?!)
