Fresh dirt under my fingernails and
Cars screech to a halt to let me pass
What life was like through photographs
Trying to recreate images life gives us from our past
And sometimes it's a sad song
Worth all of the pain that I've gone through
And mama I've been cryin'
Cause things ain't how they used to be
She said the battle's almost won
And we're only several miles from the sun
I see people I won't ever meet
I think of her take a breath
Feel the beat in the rhythm of my steps
And sometimes its a sad song
Worth all of the pain that I've gone through
And mama I've been cryin'
Cause things ain't how they used to be
She said the battle's almost won
And we're only several miles from the sun
The rhythm of the conversation
The perfection of her creation
The sex she slipped into my coffee
The way she felt when she first saw me
Hate to love and love to hate her
Like a broken record player
Back and forth and here and gone
and on and on and on and on
Worth all of the pain that I've gone through
And mama I've been cryin'
Cause things ain't how they used to be
She said the battle's almost won
And we're only several miles
Said the battle's almost won