smoke in the Texas sun.
They were young once too.
And your Mom, she found Jesus
while your old man stepped out
and drew up his veins.
You can hear through grinding teeth,
clocks taking their toll.
'Cause time has a mind of its own
like our sun spinning around
it won't slow for you now.
notes I don't hear yet,
but I will when I am gone.
up through the floor boards
but you don't live here no more.
color your green eyes don't see just yet.
I can see you still shining now.
You sleep in a bed for a giant
while you wait for your love to come home
but you don't know she's not coming back.
and every road leads us home.
Oh, but I'll never know
'cause I keep my eyes closed
and only go where I've been before.