Your Turn at the Window

Saturday, the windows down You turn the chorus up We'd pretend we didn't know you You'd sing twice as loud for us At the lights you'd use your hairbrush Like the whole road paid to see When we used to slide down low Now that's who we want to be

Some things only look different When you're old enough to see

It's your turn at the window Your turn to watch it all go by Take the road you've been talking about For such a long, long time Let somebody else check the tickets Let somebody else read the signs Mum, you got us where we're going Now the window seat is yours this time

We remember missing trainers And the lunch left on the stairs You'd be searching for your own keys With your glasses in your hair You weren't smiling every morning We were hardly helping much But we'd find a note in our coat pockets When we knew the day was tough

It's your turn at the window Your turn to watch it all go by Take the road you've been talking about For such a long, long time Let somebody else check the tickets Let somebody else read the signs Mum, you got us where we're going Now the window seat is yours this time

Fifty on the birthday banner Brand-new walking boots by the door You keep checking out the forecast For a place you've never walked before Don't spend the whole trip calling To see if we remembered how to eat Send a picture from the hillside Put yourself in it for me

It's your turn at the window Your turn to watch it all go by Sing the chorus like you always did There's nobody here to mind We'll remember how you showed us There's a life beyond the things you have to do Mum, we got that part from you Now there's more of it for you

Happy birthday, Mum Put the music on The window seat is yours