Maternally, not one woman compares
Still she loves me, this I can't believe
Your compassion became its own hell
Heaven's just southwest of Cobble Hill
Miss Red Hook of 1922
Nettie, no need to cry
True, I am the son of an angel
Responding not with anger but a prayer
Nettie, no need to cry
Nettie, no need to cry
Her reward for compassion is to suffer
Let me wipe those teardrops from your eyes
In the dark bathed in cathode ray blue
Let me wipe those teardrops from your eyes
Thank you for saving me from my self
My shortcomings, I know caused her grief
When you're sad, I'm always here
Nettie, no need to cry
Let me wipe those teardrops from your eyes
Far away, but of course near
Every night a tearful rosary
Let me wipe those teardrops from your eyes
Unequally beautiful inside and out without a doubt
Weeping silently for the pain of others
A victim of the curse of empathy
If you fall, I will catch you
When you're lost, I'll be there soon
