TEXAS (it's all big)
I could not fill the shoes that never were around
Just photos of a washed out Marine that i found
Little things in life I'll never know the answer
Like what are the chances that he'll give me cancer
Childhood memories of burning cigarette butts
All my unexplained bruises and facial cuts
Yes, you go, Daddy, down to the corner store
Say you'll return and don't come back anymore!
He lives somewhere close in a quiet neighborhood
But in fifteen years I think he might be gone for good
He might've been a liar I can't say if it's true
I wonder if I've siblings. Do they think as I do?
All Day I Dream About Stanzas!!
[This message has been edited by wayoutwalt (edited 04-26-2000).]