Your youth has run its race
Creeping up slowly
Your mothers face has changed
Ain’t wearing those mini skirts anymore
Drink the world it just won’t fill you up
Holdin’ on to something and you can’t let go
You’re hitting up the bottle right before the show
She’s never mentioned word of it to another soul
‘Cept for somethin’ that she’s feelin’ like the Holy Ghost
Photographs of younger days
Will never make their way
Into your grave
Your father shaves his legs
It’s from his football days
Everyone’s doin’ it to be cool
Doin’ it to be just like you
Holdin’ on to something and you can’t let go
So you’re hittin’ up the bottle right before the show
She’s never mentioned word of it to another soul
‘Cept for somethin’ that she’s feelin’ like the Holy Ghost
If you’re leaving in time for the mourning show
I’ll believe you’re using faith from the depths of your soul
I’ll believe you’re using faith from the depths below
Photographs of younger days
Will never make their way
Into your grave
