LUKE ROUNTREE

Lyrics

Mama look into the morning sun
Shining down on everyone
The day is young
There is life to be done
Mama I see their black-eye ploy
To play me down and take my choice
Nothing behind and nothing before
Mama I want to come home
My brown shoes I’ve tied
In so many knots they’ve lost their soles
I can’t run and hide
So Mama please don’t send me home
And Mama please don’t send me home
Cause all my friends are leaving again
Just like these questions
That Mama you can’t answer
Mama I want to come home
My brown shoes I’ve tied
In so many knots they’ve lost their soles
I can’t run and hide
So Mama please don’t send me home
And Mama please don’t send me home
Cause my enemies they come to an end
Just like these questions
That Mama you can’t answer
You can’t make better
You can’t answer
Mama is this the well worn void
My hands worked red ‘neath the crowded noise
Longing for the rapture to destroy
Mama am I a wolf at the door?
Shaking hands with a knife in store
For anyone who swears they want it more
Mama look into the morning sun
Mama I swear it’s a lonely one