Well, I promise, there's no truth
In that lovely wooden home
You spent your youth
I promise that I won't leave
Before you dress my arms
Back up in sleeves
Mama, oh Mama
Where's the trust in running?
Baby, cool your head, I'm coming
I've hunted down my past
Held it close to the earth
I made it last but now
Solace still keeps my head
Just knowing all that's said and done
Is simply dead
Father, oh Father
My thoughts, they all come drumming
Telling me to just keep humming
Mama, oh Mama
Where's the trust in running?
Baby, cool your head, I'm coming