You make the costumes ? You dye the eggs Hang the decorations ? Bake the cake And in between ? you work for pay When you get tired of standing up sister
I remember the first time I held you close to me It was everything I dreamed Good love was sposed to be And the second and the third time And the fourth
Look at that picture, from ?44 She?s lookin at his shoes He?s lookin at her She was a rebel With a heart full of music And he was a poet And a soldier
That was a magic year You caught your first touchdown We stood in the bleachers Laughing and crying Coach hadn?t played you He thought you weren?t trying
When my body ain?t my body my nights are not my own But I can?t disconnect my kids like you can unplug the phone When I?m turnin? into someone that I
