| Oh, my child, thirty years today
|
| You came into my life and everything changed
|
| If there’s one thing I tried to teach you
|
| Girl, don’t you waste your time
|
| Come this September you’ll be somebody’s wife
|
| I won’t paint a picture
|
| Of what you want to see
|
| Love is the harder times
|
| Take it from me
|
| I would run down the lane and into the night
|
| Run so fast, I swear my feet would fly
|
| Run from my babies asleep in their beds
|
| Run from my lover and my best friend
|
| And back again
|
| And all of this courage I’ve tried so hard to hold on to
|
| Ever since that day you and your brother left for school
|
| They say just over that hill the fog rolled in
|
| And come quick, doctor, we think somebody’s been killed
|
| And I have been a healer
|
| Of other people’s pain
|
| Yeah, I know sometimes you don’t like
|
| The ways I’ve changed
|
| But the smell of the world came into my lungs
|
| The sound of the gravel when my legs went numb
|
| And my heart nearly burst right out of my chest
|
| It felt so good to know I wasn’t dead
|
| I would run down the lane and into the night
|
| Run so fast, I swear my feet would fly
|
| Run from my babies asleep in their beds
|
| Run from my lover and my best friend
|
| And back again
|
| Back again |