The Art of Keeping Distance

My mama never cried
Except for the moments when she couldn’t take it
And every time, I heard her say,
“I’m sorry for all the tears I shed.”

Twenty years coming up
I heard the voice of an angel
She was singing happy songs
Because it hurt too much to sing the blues

Now a new love comes along
Maybe two or three
I could never get to the very core
Of how they were feeling

It seems that I’m the only one who cries
And it feels as though the river's running wild
But the dam, it will break
Only when my lovers cannot take it