We Turned Into You
Mom... Last Sunday we found your recipe card. The one with the smudge on it. Three kitchens. Three daughters. Still making it wrong. Happy birthday. This one's from your girls. [Verse] You wrote it down in pencil, nineteen-eighty-four Butter, then a word we can't read We make it in three kitchens now And it still never tastes like yours [Chorus] Mom, you're sixty And we turned into you We carry how you laughed, we hum the way you hum And everything you gave us, we became (happy birthday, Mom) [Verse] The grandkids cheat at cards and you let them You hold a spoon, and now we hold it too And Dad still says your name — "Linda" — Like he's twenty-two and just walked in [Bridge] We spent half our lives swearing we'd never be you The other half just grateful that we are [Final Chorus] Mom, here we are And we turned into you And now our kids are turning into us And everything you gave us, we became (happy birthday, Mom)
