Offspring, babies and regrets

She runs down the staircase
And into the yard
And she goes down to the end of the drive

With her friends on the phone
And her angels on guard
She's just recently just feeling alive

 
After all of the tears and the changes
Now there's something that's taken a hold
She's becoming gold

She's becoming gold , I've seen her

She thinks of a boy
That she knew back in school
And she wonders if he's doing all right

The man of her dreams
Isn't all that he seems
And the baby don't sleep through the night

Something is moving inside of her
And the weather is turning so cold
But she's becoming gold,

She's becoming gold
She's becoming gold, I've seen her
She's becoming gold

She can hear in the distance
The sound of the cars
And she sees the snow falling down on the hill

Now the trees and the houses
Are as white as the stars
And she doesn't want to cry
But she probably will

As she thinks about all of life's mystery
And how slowly the answers unfold
She's becoming gold

She’s becoming gold, I’ve seen her

And another one.....

Don't know much about you
Don't know who you are
We've been doing fine without you
But, we could only go so far 

 Don't know why you chose us
Were you watching from above
Is there someone there that knows us
Said we'd give you all our love

Will you laugh just like your mother
Will you sigh like your old man
Will some things skip a generation
Like I've heard they often can

Are you a poet or a dancer
A devil or a clown
Or a strange new combination of
The things we've handed down

I wonder who you'll look like
Will your hair fall down in curls
Will you be a mama's boy
Or daddy's little girl

Will you be a sad reminder
Of what's been lost along the way
Maybe you can help me find her
In the things you do and say

And these things that we have given you
They are not so easily found
But you can thank us later
For the things we've handed down

You may not always be so grateful
For the way that you were made
Some feature of your father's
That you'd gladly sell or trade

And one day you may look at us
And say that you were cursed
But over time that line has been
Extremely well rehearsed

By our fathers, and their fathers
In some old and distant town
From the places no one here remembers
Come the things we've handed down

Thank you, Marc Cohn, for all the things that I have yet to enjoy and relish.