I can still see your mother
Dancing in the yard
Redheaded skin
Left with a summer scar
Holding on to you
With what she had left
And time rolling
Whole lives stolen
And the summer sun can try
But it can't erase
The lines bad luck
Has drawn on your face
But you're laughing
Like you did
In better days
I was driving all night
You were laying in the back
Running to your bed
Before your will begins to slack
You didn't believe me
When I told you you where home