Mama loves me yes she does
But sheâs a thief
She done her best she didnât know
They got her too
Now I know youâre coming home to me
Freechild baby be
Lucid and in harmony
A wildflower pretty
And speaking in tongues she casts her spell
Vodka still wet on her lips
Iâm quantum flung into a place
Iâve always needed to be
An angel of the darkest night
Has sung to me
And though my heart is breaking
My wounds cease to bleed
Yeah we ride the golden skyway
Now spread those wings
Into the heart of a mad and impassioned sun run
Through all the days and all the years
Right there youâll be
In shining braided glory you were made made for me
I know youâre coming home to me
