Martha
Martha it's your brother callingTime to go up north and see motherThings are harder for her nowAnd neither of us is really that much older than each other anymore
Martha it's your brother callingHave you had a chance to see father?Wondering how's he doing andThere's not much timeFor us to really be that angry at each other anymore
It's your brother calling MarthaIt's your brother calling MarthaPlease call me back
I know how it goesYou gotta ring your little fingerHit the tree and see what fallsAnd make the sun come outOn Sunday afternoon
All the while you heat the platesAnd serve a little wineAnd wear a hat and make 'em laughAnd forget that there is nobodyIn the room anymore
It's your brother calling MarthaIt's your brother calling MarthaPlease call me back