| «When our column advanced
|
| And we saw what we have done
|
| We were sure that we could never tell
|
| The folks back home,»
|
| Said my father to me
|
| I had just turned sixteen
|
| And we were walking from my school
|
| To his apartment alone
|
| And he said
|
| «You'd think the world you are in would always remain
|
| But some worlds can just disappear
|
| Some worlds you enter just for seconds at a time
|
| And some last until you are forgiven.»
|
| When my mother and me take the drive into town
|
| I can’t tell if she’s lost in thought or lost where we are
|
| She turns the radio to 92 Star
|
| Where Ronnie Milsap sings what he would not have missed it for
|
| And she says
|
| «What do you think you’re gonna do with your life?»
|
| And I say
|
| «You've got to teach me to drive»
|
| She just laughs at that
|
| And musses my hair and says
|
| «Kid you are lucky to be alive.» |