Lyrics Farm - D.A. Wallach, D.A.

Farm

I was up at 5:15, watering the weeds
Thinking 'bout the life we left
And all of the places in between
That We seen
And though I know it wasn’t much for you
I held on to every word you said
Plans we thought we’d surely keep
But somehow, we landed here instead
But still, no matter where you are
I’ll find you in a dream
And you can’t go home again
Can’t go back to 17
You should know, the streets are rough these days
And folks aren’t what they seem
But still, whenever you are lost
I’ll find you, I’ll find you
In a dream
I heard your daughter’s ten years old
That you drove her 'round Texas for a while
Same old 745
That your father kept for 200,000 miles, with a smile
And you still get high, on a pipe made out of wood
That you’ve had since you went to Mexico
Sometimes you wish you never left
But seems like it’s always time to go
To go…