Leaving This Life - Lori McKenna

I am six years old in the back of my mother’s car

And I will be seven in December

She will be gone by the beginning of next spring

And I will be left to remember

To remember

I ask my little questions and she laughs a little laugh

But she won’t tell me where we’re going

She looks in my eyes with her eyes in the mirror

And says, «Some things you’re better off not knowing»

Not knowing

But I don’t know what her voice sounds like

I don’t know what her skin feels like

I only know what it might feel like

When a mother holds her daughter

When that mother knows she’s leaving this life

Leaving this life

She’s left with that reflection of me at six years old

And I have her eyes in the mirror

Well, she and I, we are defined by what we have lost

Don’t you wonder whose loss is dearer?

Dearer

She doesn’t know what my voice sounds like

She doesn’t know what my skin feels like

And I only know what it might feel like

When a mother holds her daughter

When that mother knows she’s leaving this life

Leaving this life

And I don’t know what her voice sounds like

And I don’t know what her skin feels like

I only know what it might feel like

When a mother holds her daughter

When that mother knows she’s leaving this life

Leaving this life

Leaving this life

Leaving this life

Leaving this life