One, two, three.Children and holidays are goneLast night I sat inside a bar roomAnd I was thinking about my childhood homeI think I need to talk to mamaCause I'm about to have a child all of my ownAnd I hope I'm as brave as my motherWondering what kind of mother will I beI hope she knows that I found a man far from my fatherSam, my baby, and meI've been thinking about my husbandFrom seventeen, the only love I've knownAnd I could placeNo one above himSo beautiful and so naive aloneI've not even called my familyAbout the life that's about to find me homeFor many years the lights would blind meBut now I find the only one to lead me homeAnd I hope I'm as brave as my motherWondering what kind of mother will I beI hope she knows that I found a man far from my fatherSam, my baby, and meAnd I hope I'm as brave as my motherWondering what kind of mother will I beI hope she knows that I found a man far from my fatherSam, my baby, and meAnd I hope she knows that I found my motherSam, my baby, and meIt's just Sam, my baby, and meIt's just Sam, my baby, and meIt's just Sam, my baby, and meIt's just Sam, my baby, and meThank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.