All I Could Do

I had a show a few weeks ago
 It's getting harder and harder to sing
 And it is hard to focus on my guitar playing
 When inside a baby is kicking
 At first I was sad and scared
 'Cause this is all I know how to do
 Then John and Peter played standing up
 Sometimes something will change
 And that change will change you
 Then I thought back to six years ago
 When Brian Pilkton told me to play
 He gave me a car, a typewriter, a guitar
 Before that all I could do was count days
 Then I thought back to before my coma
 Rehab in Tacoma, my junkie roommates
 And all that I knew how to do was
 Put cigarettes out on myself, I took pills and I drank
 And I thought back to when I was 15
 How I was squeaky clean and I wanted to die
 I was feeding the homeless while combating loneliness
 All I could do was keep living a lie
 Then I think back to that 12 year old poet
 How she didn't know it was what she would be
 All she could do was hide under her bed
 Scared to death that somebody might read her diary
 You see I have changed and I'll keep on changing
 And maybe my song-writing will suffer
 But it's okay if at the end of the day
 All I can do next is just be a good mother
 It's okay if at the end of the day
 All I can do next is be a good mother