Jeff Buckley

perhaps it is the color of the sun cut flat
an' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at,
or maybe it's the weather or something like that,
but mama , you been on my mind.
I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down, don't get upset,
I am not pleadin' or sayin', that I can't forget you
I do not walk the floor bowed down an'bent, but yet,
mama, you been on my mind.
even though my eyes are hazy and my thoughts they might be narrow,
where you been don't bother me nor bring me down in sorrow.
I don't even mind with who you're wakin' up tomorrow,
but mama, you've been on my mind.
I am not askin' you to say words like "yes" or "no,"
please understand me, I have no place I'm calling you to go
I'm just whispering to myself so I can pretend that I don't know
mama, you been on my mind.
when you wake up in the mornin', baby, look inside your mirror.
you know i won't be next to you, you know i won't be near.
i'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
as someone who has had you on his mind.