Rufus Wainwright - Martha lyrics

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 It's your brother calling Martha It's your brother calling Martha Please call me back