The Momma Song

I try to sing songs about the bright side
'Cause there's too many songs about the dark
But after the show, I sit at home alone
In a room that's as black as my heart
I try to write songs about the good times
But those good times come and go so fast
I'm gonna build me a big time machine
And spend my life repeating the past
So don't cry for me, Momma
Your baby grew up to be a man
And don't cry for me, Barbara
I know that it's hard to understand
I try to live my life on the straight and narrow
At least as straight and narrow as I can
But I have to admit, I'm living crooked as shit
But I'm working on it, really, I am
So don't cry for me, Momma
Your baby grew up to be a man
And don't cry for me, Barbara
I know that it's hard to understand
That some people were meant to be lonely
Some people were meant to be sad
There's something broken inside of me
But the truth is, it ain't all that bad
So don't cry for me, Momma
Your baby grew up to be a man
And don't cry for me, Barbara
I know that it's hard to understand
Well, don't cry for me, don't cry for me
Oh, Momma, please
Don't you dare cry for me