Ken Hensley - Momma i need

Momma I need Your shoulder to cry on Bring it on home for me to rely on Momma I need your bed to lie on I'm sure my time has come Here I stand, a broken man A lifesize illustration of A fallen favourite son And I lay deep in sleep Of a lonely kind And sadness reflecting misery Good morning, sorrow Today I'm going out ot borrow Just a little of the sun From someone else's life But the way to happiness Is gonna be closed again And so I begin to feel It just the same In her heart a million ways to love In her head a thousand Poisoned dreams Just for the first time This has got to be the last time I can't get down any further Pain and dreams are hand-in-hand But who holds the answer I need Where is my turning in life's long road Did I take a side-lane to this hell I'm in Momma I need Your shoulder to cry on Bring it on home for me to rely on Momma I need your bed to lie on