My mother quit making her own sweet tea
When we moved to Bowling Green
A few months after my brother Will was born
She used to be a bumblebee
'Til she slowed down talking to dad and me
My brother became something she ignored
One night she slept for three days straight
The next four weeks, she'd get headaches
Complained how she couldn't sleep no more
She wrote to dad how she felt misplaced
She knew love shouldn't feel this way
And there ain't no getting back to how it was before
But what scares me the most
About growing old
Is what if all I remember winds up gone
I know the day will come when we all move on
But most of what she took wasn't her own
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When she left, my father cried
I was angry, but I tried
So he had someone there for him
He took her loose ends and strung 'em tight
With a bottle of wine from their wedding night
I still don't know how he kept from caving in
But what scares me the most
About growing old
Is what if all I remember winds up gone
I know the day will come when we all move on
But most of what she took wasn't her own
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That morning was hot and I couldn't breathe
From my tie and folks talking to me
As if what they said could steal me away from here
Family members that I didn't know
Passed my brother around 'til they had to go
So we could start picking up what she left in the air
Now it's gonna be steel toed boots and oven mitts
Dad will take on roles that will halfway fit
And do his best to show we weren't to blame
Well, look back on how he handled it
How the hardest years went without a hitch
From a hard-earned faith he'd find along the way
But what scares me the most
About growing old
Is what if all I remember winds up gone
I know the day will come when we all move on
But most of what she stole wasn't her own