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
