Could I start with my own regrets,
or could I tell you that I feel it's been my fault from the start?
I'm not sure.
Maybe in between or maybe Daddy just
kept losing; maybe Mom ain't enough?
We had love; now it's dead to me.
You've been killing off the partner that was once on your team.
But I've been aching to say,
Oh, I've been aching to say,
Come home, Mama, answer me.
Maybe Daddy's not the one who's been so wrong all along.
Come home, Mama, answer me.
Maybe Daddy's not the one who's been so wrong all along.
Come home.
Left, split, with no place for home,
I've been dying just to tell you that I feel so alone. A broke home,
broke fingers that point,
I'm done hearing all the blame and trying to make up my mind.
I'm not mad, maybe in between,
or just trying to piece together broken family trees.
But I've been aching to say;
Ya, I've been aching to say,
Come home, Daddy, answer me.
Maybe Mommy's not the one who's been so wrong all along.
Come home, Daddy, answer me.
Maybe Mommy's not the one who's been so wrong all along.
Come home.

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