Going back to a tender age So full of confusion and rage Daddy says, "Boys, your Mama's gone"
There's a hand on your shoulder as you're throwing dirt Someone says, "Time heals the hurt But little man, you got to keep on keepin' on" But all you want is Mama's arms You ride back home in a limousine The saddest car that you've ever seen Your brother cannot look you in the eye
Lightning strikes, and thunder roars Early winter in that heart of yours You swear you won't let them see you cry 'Cause all you want is Mama's arms The neighbors come and bring you pies Endless words and futile sighs You run up to your room, lock the door
There you are in your Sunday best The way your Mama would have had you dressed You realize it doesn't matter anymore
'Cause all you want is Mama's arms Round and round and round it goes The seasons change the young boy grows To understand it's all part of some plan You used to wonder what it's all about Now those are questions you can do without You laugh them off and do the best you can All you want is Mama's arms All you want is Mama's arms