Mother dear told me not to worry,
life’s a crap shoot, there ain’t no hurry.
Better slow down, you’re kicking up dust.
No need to cry, making a fuss.
But this small town
with the boys and their eyes,
rolling in and out with the tide
and that one boy
who knows what to say–
too proud to say it and too in love to stay.
He fixes cars in the garage.
Greasy hands and junk in the yard.
Got a tattoo of a woman he loved.
Bitch took to drink and he just gave up.
But that one girl
with the waves in her eyes
showed him some big city surprises
and that summer
when everything changed
hurt him even more when it all stayed the same.
It’s a modern age with big bright lights
single parents and poison delights.
We were raised within broken dreams
patching up holes and sowing seams.
But that one night
in his truck’s backseat–
a girl from away and a boy in heat.
Learning to rise and fall with the sea.
Learning that nothing can be what it seems.
All forgotten dreams.