Mama from Heirloom by Kylie Kain

Woke with a start
Back seat
Concrete Blonde on repeat
And i was hoping
you'd come and find me
and carry me in

I go by headstones
And up near the rusty fence
Where autumn leave dance circles
In arrest

Melting like honey, I
Drip into Sunday
Where ladies are laughing
And losing their jackets in the sun

And i was hoping
you'd come and find me
and carry me in
Like you used to way back when
Your arms could soothe me
When your arms could lift my weight

It's always in thought's reach
Like right here in my pocket
Circling leaves, cornered by rusty tin
She said 'those words are just too sad'
So they called it a mutiny
And locked themselves in

And i was hoping
you'd come and find me
and carry me in
Like you used to way back when
Your arms could soothe me
When your arms could lift my weight

And i was hoping
you'd come and find me
and carry me in
Like you used to, Mama
When your arms could soothe me
When your arms could lift my weight

• Acoustic
• Fleurieu Peninsula
• heirloom
• musician
• south Australia
• storyteller
• Inman Valley