she's maybe too youngnhe's maybe too far awaynbut one daynshe was making eyesnhe's not perfect but what is perfect love?nso that daynshe was by his sidensecret families speak in whispersnacross the shoresnfar awaynnall young mothers come togethernwith no shoes or goodbyesnall young fathers marching soldiersnwithout babies on their mindsnnI remember by a sigh of the womb far awaynSo you're mothers not for long enough?nThere is nothing I can saynnba-da ba ba etc.nnall young mothers come togethernwith no shoes or goodbyesnall young fathers marching soldiersnwithout babies on their minds