Going To Prom

I was young once, yes, I was
Said the mother to the son
I was younger than you now
Come close, tell you how it happened

Well this is a photograph
Of me on my front lawn
A window to the past
Of me in a corsage, going to prom
Going to prom
Going to prom

And this is a photograph
Of me in my first home
Never thought that I
Could call a place my own
There's nothing wrong here
There's nothing wrong dear
There's nothing wrong
With me
With me
With me

And this is a photograph
Of me with my first born
His eyes, your same eyes
His soul is your same soul
Screaming at life into the light
Gasping for breath 'til there's nothing left
Here is your body, here is your chest
Here is your hunger, here is my breast

I was young once, yes, I was
Said the mother to the son
I was younger than you now
Can someone tell me how it happened?

And why did it happen to?
And it's gonna happen (to you)
Then what's gonna happen (to you?)
Babe when it happens (to you)
What's gonna happen (to you?)