It's the hour of ghosts I'm the soul survivor. You keep pushing me. To pull another all-nighter. Watching on these walls. Memory silhouettes. All the tender times.
I was always falling out of trees,. And slipping in the rain.. Momma sighed as she nursed my scratches and scraps,. Girl, why you gotta learn the hard way?.
I was six years old, my brother was ten. One July day came runnin' in. Seen a ferris wheel at the edge of town. So, of course, we headed on down. . Well, it took us an hour to walk that far.