Annuals

Well, I promise
theres no truth
in that lovely, wooden home
you spent your youth.
I promise
that I wont leave
before you dress my arms
back up in sleeves,
Mama, oh Mama.
Wheres the trust in running?
Baby cool your head, Im coming.
Ive hunted
down my past,
held it close to the earth.
I made it last.
But now
solace still keeps my head,
just knowing all thats said, and done
is simply dead,
Father, oh Father.
My thoughts they all come drumming.
Telling me to just keep humming,
Mama, oh Mama.
Wheres the trust in running?
Baby cool your head, Im coming
[ Mama Lyrics ]