Mama - Annuals

Well, I promise

There’s no truth

In that lovely, wooden home

You spent your youth

I promise

That I won’t leave

Before you dress my arms

Back up in sleeves

Mama, oh Mama

Where’s the trust in running?

Baby cool your head, I’m coming

I’ve hunted

Down my past

Held it close to the earth

I made it last

But now

Solace still keeps my head

Just knowing all that’s said, and done

Is simply dead

Father, oh Father

My thoughts they all come drumming

Telling me to just keep humming

Mama, oh Mama

Where’s the trust in running?

Baby cool your head, I’m coming