Yes - Murder By Death

Your mama’s singing with the angels

Let her go, let her go

You got no need to feel so guilty

Let her go, let her go

Yes, everyone comes and goes

White in the head, before we know

Set things right before you go

Let the people you love know

You wake up feeling she’s still with you

Let her go, let her go

But all you see’s an empty room

Let her go, let her go

Yes, everyone comes and goes

White in the head, before we know

Set things right before you go

Let the people you love know

You pressed your face against her headstone

Offered up a prayer for others like her

The trees were bare when mama left us now they bloom and fruit

On Sunday morning when the church bells ring

And the laundry’s flapping in the southern breeze

The choir’s howling and your mama’s saying:

Don’t take it so hard

Don’t take it so bad

Think of the good times

That we had

And now you follow in her footsteps

Walk the same steps that she walked in

Beg of gods both low and mighty that she might return

You offer up the words but they just burn your tongue

Yes, everyone comes and goes

White in the head, before we know

Set things right before you go

Let the people you love know

Yes, everyone comes and goes

White in the head, before we know

Make amends before it gets worse

If the heartache don’t get you first

If the heartache don’t get you first

If the heartache don’t get you first

If the heartache don’t get you first

If the heartache don’t get you first