When I was young, my grandma lived two hours away When I first learned to write, I had a lot to say I wrote her a letter every week She couldn?t wait
I don?t know Where or when it was over I?ll try not to cry One more time on your shoulder You were mine And yours is all I wanted to be In your
That sad old train Sleeping on an old rusty track She was from another time Gone with the wind like the smoke from that ole stack She brought smiles
She kept the beds made and stayed there all alone Washed her clothes and hung them out to dry Did things the same old way and though her kids were
It's a cold world, sometimes I feel all alone It's a long road, that I'm rolling on And I wonder, if I'm on the path I should have taken And I'm still
Out there in a sea of lights, and strangers rushing in the night I'm lonesome for a time When I had you and felt complete, and then you sailed away
Should I leave or should I stay Should I try to walk away From you tonight Without a fight Like a wound that will not heal I cannot change the way
I?m not promised, another day Still I?m reckless, and time I waste All my tears cried in vain Gaining wisdom As beauty fades Gaining wisdom As beauty
On a trading path, through the Carolinas Used by Indians who braved the wind & rain They settled down beside the raging waters And they worked the
Miles of highway, between me and my home I think about you, when it rains and I'm alone Another day, another memory The sun disappears Another morning
