Used to sit by the Art Institute   Watch people passing swiftly by   Across from Symphony Center   Where old grey music waves good-bye   I would sit on the old grey slabs   Taking life by the hour   I was a Monet water color   or perhaps a Van Gogh sun flower   just a reflection of myself I hum-   In all the things I've done   After all I'm just my mother's son   in all the things I've done   After all I'm just my father's son      Used to lie on my back in the living room   pretend the ceiling was the floor   Under the little grandfather clock   Growing restless more and more   Used to try to act real wild   Wore it like a badge of honor   I was a spread out sunday paper   Just a section in the times   Just a reflection of myself I chime   In all the things I've done   After all I'm just my mother's son   In all the things I've done   After all I'm just my father's son      It's unfair to ask a child   to shoulder the responsibility   How is it after a while   we all feel the loss of stability   I'm sorry that I'm just not sure   of anything anymore   we were all great works of art   or perhaps just paint on the wall   just a reflection of ourselves I stall