All Your Clothes Lyrics - Come Home To Mama - Martha Wainwright

Where've you been these days? 

I thought I saw you underneath the vines 

I look for you there 

Makes more sense than looking to the sky 

I see they've cut your hair and grown between your eyes 

I hope your body doesn't mind the cold 

It always preferred the sunshine 

Can we pretend we're talking 

I'll answer for you if you don't mind 

The baby's doing fine 

My marriage is failing but I keep trying all the time 

All your clothes 

I thought I could donate them to a theatre 

They'd make up the wardrobe 

To a great play a cast of characters, unknowns 

Who never took for granted, a sight, a sound, the smell of a rose 

I hear you got lots of friends 

But I'm worried you can't hear music anymore 

And it never occurred to me 

Until I heard Dr John sing that song 

And you played through his fingers on the piano 

Honkey Tonk a little stride 

You could even swing 

Maybe not, I can't remember 

I can't remember anything 

All your clothes 

All your clothes