I’m Gonna Be…

“I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)”
An Infertility Adaption

When I wake up, well, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the mum who wakes up without you
When I go out, yeah, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the mum with no mem’ry to share
If I get drunk, well, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the mum who’s prayers ‘ave gon’ no’where
And I endeavor, yes, I know I wanna be
I wanna be the mum I could of been for you

But I would bike five hundred miles
And I would bike five hundred more
Just to be the mum who biked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door

When I’m working, yes, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the mum who’s working hard for you
And when the money comes in for the work I do
I’ll pass almost every penny on to you
When I come home (When I come home), oh, I know I wanna be
I wanna be the mum who comes back home to you
And if I grow old, well, I know I wanna be
I wanna be the mum who’s growing rearin’ you

But I would bike five hundred miles
And I would bike five hundred more
Just to be the mum who biked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door

Da lat da (Da lat da), da lat da (Da lat da)
Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle uh da-da
Da lat da (Da lat da), da lat da (Da lat da)
Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle uh da-da

When I’m lonely, well, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the mum who’s lonely without you
And when I’m dreaming, well, I know I’m gonna dream
I’m gonna dream about the times when I’m with you
When I go out (When I go out), well, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the mum who’s RE fertilized you
And when I come home (When I come home), yes, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the mum with a family of three
Ya, I’m gonna be the mum who’s coming home with you

But I will bike five hundred miles
And I will bike five hundred more
Just to be the mum who biked a thousand miles
To crawl up off this floor

Da lat da (Da lat da), da lat da (Da lat da)
Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle uh da-da
Da lat da (Da lat da), da lat da (Da lat da)
Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle uh da-da
Da lat da (Da lat da), da lat da (Da lat da)
Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle uh da-da
Da lat da (Da lat da), da lat da (Da lat da)
Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle uh da-da

And I will bike five hundred miles
And I will bike five hundred more
Just to be the mum who biked a thousand miles
To crawl up off this floor

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With that, I dedicate this bike ride to my baby from my miscarriage.

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