Molly Venter - All my backs are packed

All my bags are packed I'm waiting for a train
All my bags are packed I'm sitting in this greyhound station
I am looking out the window, for the council the sky gives
I'm going back to Virginia where my mother is
Where my mother is, my mother is dying

All my bags are packed I kiss her on the forehead
All my bags are packed she is tiny in that hospital bed
We are through with all our fighting, she smiles and she looks tired
She is afraid of dying and I can't help her
I can't help her, I can't help her

All my bags are packed I'm back in this old house
All my bags are packed in these photos we have the same mouth
There was no time to get old, and have children of my own
And understand why she chose to make this her home
To make this home, she made me her home

Daughter, Sister, Mother carved in stone
She is in a list of names of those with Cancer of the bone
And the man in black says what they always say
Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to celebrate this life
This life, this life

All my bags are packed I'm waiting for a train
All my bags are packed I'm sitting in this greyhound station
I am looking out the window, for the council the sky gives
I'm leaving Virginia where my mother lived
Where my mother lived, where my mother lived her whole life....