Album: Sing Me Out
Photographs
And old forty-fives
Stowed beneath
A homecoming gown
Pictures of me
At sweet sixteen
But everything's
Not as it seems
In my mother's house
When I go home
For holidays
There's so much
To talk about
And sometimes
We disagree
On politics
And theology
In my mother's house
The chimes
In the hall
Sound every hour
The sun and moon
Go 'round
Time flies by
And fades
Like the flower
And I can't
Slow it down
I spend my days
With music and words
Playing these songs
From town to town
And everyone sees
What they want to see
But I'm just the girl
Who used to sing
In my mother's house
I am
A prodigal daughter
But in my wandering
I have found
There is
A wideness in mercy
And there'll always be
A place for me
In my mother's house