Going To Prom

"I was young once, yes I was", said the mother to the son I was younger than you now Come close, I'll tell you how it happened Well, this is a photograph of me on my front lawn A window to the past, of me in a corsage, going to Prom Going to Prom Going to Prom And this is a photograph of me in my first home Never thought that I could call a place my own There's nothing wrong here, there's nothing wrong, dear There's nothing wrong with me (ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh) with me (Ooh-ooh-ooh) with me (Ooh-ooh) And this is a photograph of me with my first born His eyes your same eyes His soul is your same soul Screaming at life into the light Gasping for breath 'til there's nothing left Here is your body, here is your chest Here is your hunger, here is my breast "I was young once, yes I was", said the mother to the son I was younger than you now Can someone tell me how it happened? And why did it happen to me? And it's gonna happen to you And what's gonna happen to you? Babe, when it happens to you What's gonna happen to you?