Apron strings 
Hanging empty 
Crazy things 
My body tells me 
I want someone to tie to my lonely 
Apron strings 

Apron strings 
Waiting for you 
Pretty things 
That I could call you 
I want someone to tie to my lonely 
Apron strings 

He'd look just like me when I was young 
And I wonder as the days unwind 
Will he have your eyes or mine 
Then I wake up to my 
Apron strings 
Cold and lonely 
For time brings 
Thoughts that only 
Will be quiet when someone clings to my 
Apron strings 

And I'll be perfect in my own way 
When you cry I'll be there 
I'll sing to you and comb your hair 
All your troubles I will share 

For apron strings 
Can be used for other things 
Than what they're meant for 
And you'd be happy wrapped in my 
Apron strings