She has saved all the messages I've left on her machine,
Says she plays them over and over for the comfort that they bring,
She missed my call this morning, (it's another one she'll save)
But she's gone to talk to Daddy and lay some flowers on his grave,
She says she knows Dad isn't there but it helps her to get by.

My Mama's in the desert,
My Daddy's in the sky.

Brother Randy's been so good to her, always got a joke or two,
No one laughs like Mama laughs, though her heart's been torn in two,
Some days she seems past comforting,
Most nights don't bring relief,
Wish I could carry all she bears and hide her from her grief,
And though her tears like rain go falling it's still arid there and dry.

My Mama's in the desert,
My Daddy's in the sky.

And our Papa's up there waiting, I've seen him in a dream,
And for all us desert nomads, there is a living spring,
So Mama don't be crying, we'll all get there by and by,
Soon we'll leave our dry-bone deserts to meet our father in the sky.

She says she knows Dad isn't there, but it helps her to get by.

My Mama's in the desert,
My Daddy's in the sky,
My Mama's in the desert,
My Daddy's in the sky.