The greatest fears are the ones you never thought that you would have Wasted years, an attic full of wedding photographs Mama's tears, and quiver in her voice as she says Son, don't you dare think you won't be missed when you're gone But please be strong, please move on Circles of prayers sent up through gas station cigars Every puff a swirl of doubt and anger in my heart Mama's love, and quiver in her voice as she looked at me and said Son, don't you dare think you won't be missed when you're gone But please be strong, please move on I know next year, when winter ends We'll cycle 'round in cold, wet death Perhaps the summer Sun could mend The hole my father never meant to leave Son, don't you dare think you won't be missed when you're gone But please be strong, please move on And don't forget Mama's tears