Back to the start

At a coffee house somewhere beyond the canyons
There’s a lady selling road souvenirs
Behind her there are pictures on a table
All her life in polaroid memories

Her husband was a highway-working man
‘Til he died under a truck last spring
Thirty five years without an accident
In this life there’s a first time for every thing

And at night she land her knees on the floor
And silently prays to her lord
Yes and sometimes she cries out her heart
Wishing she could go back to the start

She’s got a daughter living in l.a
And she’s already grandmother of three
Through the phone they share words every day
And plan to meet under the christmas tree

Her son was honored by the army
After he got killed in iraq
Like the other moms she thought it was the right thing
To do but now she just regrets

And at night she land her knees on the floor
And silently prays to her lord
Yes and sometimes she cries out her heart
Wishing she could go back to the start