Late Tuesday - A Better Hold lyrics

Speak gently; you've got a lot of nerve To speak to me that way after all I've done for you Daughter, my flesh my bone, my flesh Do you think I don't know just what you've been up to? You've got problems I've got my problems Why don't we let them lie? You've got reasons I've got my reasons Why can't we just try? I sit at home and pray and fret I need to let you fly To arms that can better hold you And lately you are so quiet now You used to have a spark where has it gone? Daughter, you are a grown-up now It's hard to trust you know what you've gotten into All the things I've said I've done I've tried all things in love Now I see that in my tries I've probably said enough I sit at home and pray and fret I need to let you fly To arms that can better hold you