All you kids get out the back door, I've never seen her this mad before
She took all her favorite things down from the window
And broke them all over her clean floor
It's Saturday at the mansion, the oldest boy walks with a slouch
The young ones are wild in back of the house
And she gave up and went back to sleep on the couch
Something as simple as boys and girls
Gets tossed all around and lost in the world
Something as hard as a prayer on your back
Can wait a long time for an answer
When I was little I'd stare at her picture
Now I'm wearing my footsteps into this floor
One day I won't live here anymore
Maybe it's alright, maybe we won't fight anymore
Maybe love is waiting at the end of every road
I don't know, I don't know
And maybe, maybe it's alright