When my mother died
We found a life time full of junk
That she'd collected on Macarthur Street
Boxes with my brother's names
A letter she had written me one Christmas
Stuck behind a picture frame
It said 'When it's time for God to get me
I'm not sure that I'll be ready
Look at what I'll leave behind
I've got too many drawers to be cleaned
Too many cupboards left to sort
Full of too many clothes that I have bought
I've got a shed that's stacked with suitcases
That are full of precious things
I've got too many drawers to be cleaned
Shelves and shelves of photo albums
Knickknacks wrapped in doilies
With notes taped on the bottom saying where they're from
'These earrings belonged to mum'
'This vase came from Trixie's'
'I got this on our anniversary from John'
In a cupboard in the kids' room
Photo albums that were brand new
Waiting to be filled with times that never came
I've got too many drawers to be cleaned
Too many cupboards left to sort
Full of too many clothes that I have bought
I've got a shed that's stacked
With suitcases that are full of precious things
I've got too many drawers to be cleaned
Trying to sort the pieces of your life
Trying to work out things to give away
Trying to sort out things that we should keep
Trying to work out how to make you stay
And in our loungeroom, now
I have kept the photograph of you and dad
On Simon's wedding day
If I kept a souvenir
For every precious memory
I'd need a drawer bigger than Macarthur Street
Still when it's time for God to get me
I know you will still be with me
In a drawer inside my heart where I can keep you safe
I've got too many drawers to be cleaned
Too many cupboards left to sort
Full of so many memories of her
I've got a shed that's stacked
With suitcases that are full of precious things
I've got too many drawers to be cleaned
Too many drawers to be cleaned