MAMA I’M-A-COMIN’ HOME

Oh mama, mama, a silent scream is in your eyes.
You’ve locked yourself behind the door: unhinged, locked up in fright.
Open up to me. I’d hold you close.
Why do you push me away? I wish to help you beyond the door.
Now mama I’m-a-comin’ home, I’ll be through the gate with the dawn.
Oh mama, you feel lost and forgotten along the way.
You can’t think about tomorrow when you don’t know about today.
The weight of this world has gotten you lying on the floor.
The crow’s feet around your eyes claw for tears and scratch for more.
Now mama I’m-a-comin’ home, I’ll be through the gate with the dawn.

The more we try to make our lives seem as white as snow,
The more we see we are dried, bleached bones.
How I’ve crawled and thirsted in this desert we’ve made,
As we lie, lie, lie saying we’s in the shade.

Now mama, how I’d like to wipe those tears from your face.
How I’d like to kiss your lips and leave a smile in its place.
Our souls could rise above our whitened bones,
And we could find happiness in the rain and call our hearts our homes.
Now mama I’m-a-comin’ home, I’ll be through the gate with the dawn.