Momma

Written June 29, 2008

When I am older and I have aged many years
I will ask you a question while I fight back the tears

I will ask you, momma, what do the clouds feel like on your fingertips?
And, momma, please tell me you’re in a better place than this
I hope you will say, the wind that I feel makes me feel young again
To answer your question, I’m making the world a better place to live

Oh momma, momma, momma, sing me another lulla-goodbye song
Oh momma, momma, momma, please tell me when you’re coming home
Oh momma, momma, momma, sing me another lulla-goodbye song
Oh momma, momma, momma, you know I can’t stand to be alone

I can hardly stand at all
You’re no longer there to catch when I fall
So many unanswered questions
I just wish you could answer ’em all

But I can’t hear your replies
I just think of the truth I saw in your eyes
Please don’t steer me wrong
I can’t deal with any more lies

Oh momma, momma, momma, sing me another lulla-goodbye song
Oh momma, momma, momma, please tell me when you’re coming home
Oh momma, momma, momma, sing me another lulla-goodbye song
Oh momma, momma, momma, you know I can’t stand to be alone

I have aged many years
And I’m fighting back the tears

Oh momma, momma, momma, I’ve lost count of the days
Oh momma, momma, momma, it’s so nice to see your face

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