Mama's Arms

Going back to a tender age

So full of confusion and rage

Daddy says, "Boys, your Mama's gone."

There's a hand on your shoulder as you're throwing dirt

Someone says, "Time heals the hurt

Little man, you got to keep on keepin' on,"

But all you want is Mama's arms

You ride back home in a limosine

The saddest car that you've ever seen

Your brother can not look you in the eye

Lightning strikes, thunder roars

An early winter in that heart of yours

But you swear you won't let them see you cry

'Cause all you want is Mama's arms

The neighbors come and bring you pies

Endless words and futile sighs

And you run up to your room and lock the door

And there you are in your Sunday best

The way your Mama would have had you dressed

And you realize it doesn't matter anymore

'Cause all you want is Mama's arms

'Round and 'round and 'round it goes

The seasons change the young boy grows

To understand it's all part of some plan

You used to wonder what it's all about

Now those are questions you can do without

You laugh them off and do the best you can

All you want is Mama's arms

All you want is Mama's arms