Track 5 of the album Last Ferry Across · 2024
Mama's Hands Are Slower Now
“Mama's hands are slower now, buttoning her coat by the kitchen door. I held them a little longer this year.”
americana · family folk · tender americana · 3:27
Lyrics
Mama's hands are slower now Buttoning her coat by the kitchen door She used to braid my hair in the dark Before the rooster ever crowed Now I tie her scarf, she laughs and says "Look at you, all grown up and bossy" I say, "Mama, I learned from the best" And we both look out at the road Take your time, Mama, I'm not in a hurry The porch light's on and the coffee's warm Take your time, I've got all the evening You carried me, now let me carry you home Slow is just another way to love Take your time, Mama, take your time She forgets where she put her glasses But she remembers every song we sang On the long drive to my grandma's house With the windows rolled halfway down Now I hum them while she dozes In the passenger seat, her head against the glass The fields go gold and the miles go soft And I don't mind going slow Take your time, Mama, I'm not in a hurry The porch light's on and the coffee's warm Take your time, I've got all the evening You carried me, now let me carry you home Slow is just another way to love Take your time, Mama, take your time Somebody held my hand to cross the street Somebody waited up when I was late Now the street is wide and the clock is loud And I'll be the one who waits Take your time, Mama, I'm not in a hurry The porch light's on and the coffee's warm Take your time, I've got all the evening You carried me, now let me carry you home Slow is just another way to love Take your time, Mama, take your time Take your time, Mama The porch light's on