Momma - Abigail Washburn

Momma, please tell me truly

Even though life ain’t what it should be

Where can I go to fix these things inside

Cause, momma, it’s hard to feel free

When it’s you running thru me

Just take me now or throw away the key

And so it goes…

Life isn’t easy and truth’s a dreadful beauty

And everyone wants to know where they go

When they die

Momma, I can’t help feeling

That this pain is of your willing

Cool rain from a cloud of strickenine

But maybe, just maybe

This soul will die before my body

And I’ll live on earth in peace for evermore

And so it goes…

Lately I’ve thought about me

Separate from your woeful morning

And I can see a light ringing thru the sky

It sings of coming glory

Strangely tied to this awful story

It lifts the heart and gives us wings to fly

And so it goes…