Tracy Smith, you were just a little girl when she went away
And I know it really must cut her down when she sees you play
And sometimes she must cry for all she gave away
For the path of her life with no strings at all, but you were so small
And she couldn't know just how quick you'd grow

Mr. Smith, your baby is waiting here to make you a friend
Such a long time gone, wish he'd still know you when she sees you again
Do you stop now and then to think of her at all?
Do your hands want to reach to your little one, and before you're gone, do you wish that she was where shе wants to be

Tracy, stay away from your window, your mama might see you and you'll only hurt her again