My mother would like you
That's a very bad sign
It's only fair I should tell you
I may be wasting your time
Your ivy league school, your faith in the rules
The cut of your clothes and your hair
Your country club style, your boy next door smile
Let's face it you don't have a prayer
My mother would like you
If I ever invited you home
But I won't even tell her about you
It's better she thinks I'm alone
Your sensible heart, your company car
Could anyone doubt you're sincere
You call for a date, you're willing to wait?
I guess I'm not making it clear
My mother would like you
That's just the trouble, my dear
Is it so unkind for me to speak my mind
Should I hide behind a veneer
Even if I do, when it comes to you
I can't make the truth disappear
My mother would like you
That's just the trouble, my dear
Your sensible heart, your company car
Could anyone doubt you're sincere
You call for a date, you're willing to wait?
I guess I'm not making it clear
My mother would like you
That's just the trouble, my dear
My mother would like you
That's just the trouble, my dear
-- Heather Rigdon, "My Mother Would Like You", Young & Naive [2007]
They say that these are not the best of times
But they're the only times I've ever known
And I believe there is a time for meditation
In cathedrals of our own
Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lover's eyes
And I can only stand apart and sympathize
For we are always what our situations hand us
It's either sadness or euphoria
So we'll argue and we'll compromise
And realize that nothing's ever changed
For all our mutual experience
Our separate conclusions are the same
Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity
Our reason coexists with our insanity
And though we choose between reality and madness
It's either sadness or euphoria
How thoughtlessly we dissipate our energies
Perhaps we don't fulfill each others fantasies
And as we stand upon the ledges of our lives
With our respective similarities
It's either sadness or euphoria
-- Billy Joel, "Summer, Highland Falls", Turnstiles (1976)