(Steve Howe/Bug Music)
Some men follow a star in the sky
or a god he thinks no one should deny
Perhaps from a book written in Tibet
or Omaha or Washington, haven't found one yet
Mama, come and take this load off my mind
While I'm making plans, working out a route
'cause the hours of soul-searching didn't bare any fruit
Being careful to wait until tomorrow
having the joy of living without the sorrow
Mama, come and take this load off my mind
Wish I knew what you're running from
Is it between right and wrong?
Free the bird from the skyway
you'll gain the strength for another day
Mama, come and take this load off my mind
Some men follow a star in the sky
or a god he thinks no one should deny
Perhaps from a book written in Tibet
or Omaha or Washington, haven't found one yet
Mama, come and take this load off my mind
While I'm making plans, working out a route
'cause the hours of soul-searching didn't bare any fruit
Being careful to wait until tomorrow
having the joy of living without the sorrow
Mama, come and take this load off my mind
Wish I knew what you're running from
Is it between right and wrong?
Free the bird from the skyway
you'll gain the strength for another day
Mama, come and take this load off my mind