Martha Lyrics

Martha it's your brother calling
Time to go up north and see mother
Things are harder for her now
And neither of us is really that much older than each other
Anymore
Martha it's your brother calling
Have you had a chance to see father?
Wondering how he�s doing and
There's not much time for us to really be that angry at each other
Anymore

Its your brother calling
Martha
It's your brother calling
Martha please
Call me back
I know how it goes
You gotta ring
Your little finger
Hit the tree and see what falls
And make the sun come out
On Sunday afternoon
All the while
You heat the plates
And serve a little wine
And wear a hat and make 'em laugh
And forget that there is nobody in the room
Anymore

It's your brother calling
Martha
It's your brother calling
Martha please
Call me back