Photographs
And old forty-fives
Stowed beneath

A homecoming gown
Pictures of me
At sweet sixteen

But everything's
Not as it seems
In my mother's house


When I go home
For holidays

There's so much
To talk about
And sometimes

We disagree
On politics
And theology

In my mother's house

The chimes

In the hall
Sound every hour
The sun and moon

Go 'round
Time flies by
And fades

Like the flower
And I can't
Slow it down


I spend my days
With music and words

Playing these songs
From town to town
And everyone sees

What they want to see
But I'm just the girl
Who used to sing

In my mother's house

I am

A prodigal daughter
But in my wandering
I have found

There is
A wideness in mercy
And there'll always be

A place for me
In my mother's house