[Verse 1]
He still calls Mama every time life gets hard.
She patches up his halo while he’s falling apart.
She’s got a reason for every little lie.
Guess that’s why he’s never had to look truth in the eye.
“Oh, he’s just stressed.”
“Oh, he means well.”
Funny how that story’s got a familiar smell.
[Chorus]
Mama’s favorite alibi,
Painting clouds in a blue sky.
Sweep it under, let it slide,
That’s how little boys survive.
If she keeps on fighting all his wars,
He’ll never learn what growing’s for.
Still tucked in at thirty,
Never standing on his own two feet.
You can’t call it love if all it buys
Is Mama’s favorite alibi.
[Verse 2]
Every bridge he burns gets blamed on someone new.
Every broken promise ain’t his fault, according to you.
Every hard truth gets covered with another excuse.
Funny how the blame never lands where it’s due.
You taught him someone else would take the fall.
Someone else would answer every call.
When the whole world’s always wrong instead,
A little boy never leaves his head.
[Bridge]
Every lesson skipped comes due someday.
You can’t raise a man by clearing every blame.
The roots of a tree explain the way it leans.
Some habits don’t grow… they’re handed down unseen.
You call it love.
I call it fear.
Thirty years later,
He’s still hiding here.
[Final Chorus]
Mama’s favorite alibi,
Painting clouds in a blue sky.
Every rescue keeps him small.
Every excuse breaks us all.
Still tucked in at thirty,
Never standing on his own two feet.
You can keep pretending he’s a man…
But all I see’s your baby boy to me.
Mama’s favorite alibi.
