Martha Rufus Wainwright

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