Running from the years as they pass us by Swimming in the lake in your mother's bathing suit oh god she never wonders why Well Mama's alright she's got a bottle of wine Sleeping on the floor why god where you used to hide Won't let girls on the couch where your father died Laid his dead body in the morning for the kids to find While hot burning in the warm sun plow of mine So Suddenly you watched bruised wrists and the kids to find Why is it so hard? Boarded up the windows and driving out the other way Locking up doors and praying god with the chance to say Keys on the table and the locks on the doors and now you only want a way A chance to say I hate you too I hate my heart We buried birds in the wintertime I hope she never wanders by Snow covered and the angels fell while we all went on the other side We buried dad in the summer time We buried dad in the summer time