Rufus Wainwright Martha song lyrics

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

Its your brother calling, Martha

Please call me back