Reckoning Lyrics

Mama, rest your mind

I found a lover, she's gentle and kind

Finally it's the last in kind

So mama, rest your mind



Mama, calm your nerves

It could be so much worse

If this love's the devil's curse

I don't want your cure



If your old good book says its true

Back of your knees locked to the seat of the pew

If it feels this painful and pure

I will reckon you



All you ask for is family

I've had your fists, your love, your suffering

All these years of coming clean

But never heard or seen



If your old good book says it's true

Back of your knees locked to the seat of the pew

If it feels this painful and pure

I will reckon you



Mama, dry your eyes

Forget about the fire

Look how my face smiles and shines

Can you learn to know your child?



If your old good book says it's true

Back of your knees locked to the seat of the pew

If it feels this painful and pure

I will reckon you

I will reckon you

I will reckon you