Dearest Mom Your yearling son Has sent a message through He's disconected, but he still loves you Weather lies and motor rules The color printer blues On the engine air his thoughts flow through to you Disconnecty said to disconnect But has he read the tiny text That said to disconnect He'd best decide The rest of all your life Will be your right to fly alone Forever more Dearest Mom Your yearling son Has sent a message through He's disconected, but he still loves you Disconnecty said to disconnect But has he read the tiny text That said to disconnect He'd best decide The rest of all your life Will be your right to fly alone Forever more And ever more