Words & Music by Ala Ghawas

Pretty girls standing by the door

Hearts of gold in their hands and still searching for more

Fragments from the past just come and mess with my dying soul

And all the city boys have packed up and gone

Leaving some beautiful schemes of houses left undone

They think that they were fooled by those dreams they haven’t won

Mama, this misty town ain’t the same

Mama, isn’t it a shame? What I became,

Another loser in this game

Mama, this dusty town ain’t the same

Mama, isn’t it a shame? I’m being blamed,

For being lonely through the crowd

Mama, this misty town ain’t the same

Mama, isn’t it a shame? What I became,

Another loser in this game

Mama, this dusty town ain’t the same

Mama, isn’t it a shame? I’m being blamed,

For being lonely through the crowd

Mama, isn’t it a shame? I’m being blamed

Because no one knows my name, no one knows I’m in pain

Mama, can’t you see my heart is left unfed

I live in my dreams from my own deathbed

Let me out, Ma!

Let me out, Ma!

© 2008 Ala Ghawas Records. All rights reserved.