I try to sing songs about the bright side 'Cause there's too many songs about the dark But after the show, I sit at home alone In a room that's as black as my heart I try to write songs about the good times But those good times come and go so fast I'm gonna build me a big time machine And spend my life repeating the past So don't cry for me, Momma Your baby grew up to be a man And don't cry for me, Barbara I know that it's hard to understand I try to live my life on the straight and narrow At least as straight and narrow as I can But I have to admit, I'm living crooked as shit But I'm working on it, really, I am So don't cry for me, Momma Your baby grew up to be a man And don't cry for me, Barbara I know that it's hard to understand That some people were meant to be lonely Some people were meant to be sad There's something broken inside of me But the truth is, it ain't all that bad So don't cry for me, Momma Your baby grew up to be a man And don't cry for me, Barbara I know that it's hard to understand Well, don't cry for me, don't cry for me Oh, Momma, please Don't you dare cry for me