Martha - Rufus Wainwright

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’s he doing and

There’s not much time

For us to really be that angry at each other anymore

It’s 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