I'm passing by a grave site
Tomb stone by tomb stone
On the early morning train
The sun has finally chosen to rear its head
Only as if to mock me
With its windy cheerfulness.

Mama and daddy ain't happy
They ain't been happy for quite sometime
The Bible says
And I selfishlessly
Want my picture perfect
Alabama life
To never change.

I take note of every little thing
While remaining a steady gaze
Hidden behind my sunglasses
And I too want to respond
In a rash intrinsic way.

I remember Christmas
We all adults now
Brothers don't really know
Mama and papa just gotta work it out.

I talk into the receiver of the phone
I come home to the man who loves me
But knows not how to hold himself up
And I wonder
Are any of us meant to be together?

I hope so
And in this moment
I wish I could move far away
And never look back
But I already did that.