Jumping the Eternity Gap

When I’m gone, who’ll be left to love me?
I’ve always been my own biggest fan,
but no one loves me like my mother loved me.

Life’s a bind and death’s a wait-and-see,
uncertainty on either hand.
When I’m gone, who’ll be left to love me?

When I was just a baby,
I was in rare demand—
no one since has loved me like my mother loved me.

My first assignment was to climb a tree,
or wade the sea, feet deep in sand—
if I fall or drown, who will come and save me?

My life’s another’s luxury—
I’ve learned to pay out on demand
to be loved far less than my mother loved me.

Always with the stars above me.
Of loves, say which is the brightest one!
Does everyone love themselves as my mother loved me?
When I’m gone, they’ll be left to love me.