Mama, you're on my mind   A stitch upon my coda   Play on the world's grand design   I think you know   I think you're sure that you know that   Butterflies don't get old   And I don't get so young anymore   What a shame   The big ideas   And lost ideals, it's a show   I must appear in control   Mama   Mama   The show at all   They're burning books outside of   What was it that you said?   And to the walls   Let the spirit gather up and   Set us a flame for   Year to year, there's no one here but us   What I'm ask   The ears to the ground and the fingers on the pulse of the pain   Oh it's worse than change      Oh what do they want with us   Oh mama   Mama   What is it that they want with us and all of our abuse   Oh what's the use to protect   Mama, is only you   You're a dancer from the mirrors of   Lie and with restraint   This quiet warmth   I've got my faith restored by the sway of the trees   That sway in time to one more rhyme of my curse   But what it's worth   I count you out and still you count me in   To answer your final bell   Mama   Mama   But why do they care about us   Mama   Mama   They knock and knock   But I don't answer the door   Mama   Mama   Cuz I'm bored and we're not alone