Momma, please tell me truly   even though life ain't what it should be   where can I go to fix these things inside      Cause, momma, it's hard to feel free   when it's you running thru me   Just take me now or throw away the key      and so it goes...      Life isn't easy and truth's a dreadful beauty   and everyone wants to know where they go   when they die      Momma, I can't help feeling   that this pain is of your willing   cool rain from a cloud of strickenine      But maybe, just maybe   this soul will die before my body   and I'll live on earth in peace for evermore      and so it goes...      Lately I've thought about me   separate from your woeful morning   and I can see a light ringing thru the sky      It sings of coming glory   strangely tied to this awful story   it lifts the heart and gives us wings to fly      and so it goes...