Too Late To Say

I can smell the pies a baking Upon the warmest summer day Even with windows wide open It’s a scent not gone away She was there before the changing Making food just like before But once the afternoon had come It was the bottle, wanted more Now there were many of us still under Yeah, under the roof she called her own But, to this child who knew no better This was my mom and too my home Despite the angry, angry bottle That turned her feelings dark and gray I knew my mother forever loved me Though I wished my mom away How sad I am today That the bottle Made me wish my mom away Many years were cast upon us I had grown into a family man A hard working, white collar worker Trying to do the very best I can With my wife standing beside me I have strength to look back and see My misinterpreted emotions And all my mother meant to me She was here to see my children She tried to make up for all she did But all she had ever wanted, really Was to be happy and to live For she had so many children I was the youngest of her ten Yeah, I was my mother’s baby But I never knew what it really meant Until now that I’m a father And sometimes things, they get so tough It’s so easy to dive into a bottle But, it’s love that makes one stop She did that for my children But, I never really saw her change And never had the chance to tell her All my feelings, cause it got too late My mother left this world not long ago She met my dad on Heaven’s floor My only sadness is I never told her That I couldn’t have loved her more That I was thankful for all her loving All the gifts she had given me For her teachings of life in general And my family’s history I was grateful for her changing But not the woman that she was She was perfect in that way