歌手:Ronan Keating
歌詞出處: http://www.20238.cn
Going back to a tender age, So full of confusion and rage, Daddy says, Boys, your Mamas gone. Theres a hand on your shoulder as youre throwing dirt, Someone says, Time heals the hurt. Little man you got to keep on keepin on. But all you want is Mamas arms. You ride back home in a limousine, The saddest car that youve ever seen, Your brother cannot look you in the eye. Lightning stikes and thunder roars, An early winter in that heart of yours, But you swear you wont let them see you cry couse Use all you want is Mamas arms. The nieghbors 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 your dressed, And you realize it doesnt matter anymore cause all you want is Mamas arms. Round and round and round it goes. The seasons change the young boy grows To understand its all part of some plan. You used to wonder what its all about, Now those are questions you can do without. You laugh them off and do the best you can. But all you want is Mamas arms. All you want in Mamas arms.
