I shook off the blame and said some things. When I should have bit my tongue. My foolish pride made the knot we tied, come undone. . I've got more regrets than blades of grass.
I'm a Mother, I'm a lover. A chef, a referee. I'm a Doctor and a chauffeur, seven days a week. I ain't asking for a medal, yea, I know you work too. I'd just like a little credit where credit is due.
Monday I...from Pennsylvania. Swapped it for a load of long horns in for work. Wednesday I slept 'til noon. Parked outside a Houston breezy spoon. . Here it takes it's hot salt south to Albuquerque.
I was never really breathing. My heart was never really beating. Till you held me in your arms. Every love that didn't last. And every second of my past.
Three a.m. on the clock. Lullaby, music box. Oh, baby please don't cry. Let's let mama sleep tonight. You've only been home one day. You don't even know your name.