Best Time Of The Year
Everybody wants to come in
Everybody wants to hear
How it feels to lose your mama
Around the best time of the year
You could cut your hair off
You could grow up tall
You could make a statement
Without talking at all
But I don't know, I don't know why
She got eleven years
Sometimes you get a lifetime
Sometimes you get these tears
You know they won't last
They won't last 'cause I won't let them
You've got too much to remember
To sit here in your past
Like something out Shakespeare
It's the scene I can't forget
When you're daddy pulled me you over
Said "I haven't figured out how to tell 'm yet"
And your faces were so fearless
As he whispered in your ear
That you were about to loose your mama
Around the best time of the year
But I don't know, I don't know
Why she got eleven years
Sometimes you get a lifetime
Sometimes you get these tears
But you know they won't last
They won't last 'cause I won't let them
You've got too much to remember
To sit here in your past
You can see her in the video
And in the photograph
You can watch her in the mirror
You can hear her in your laugh
You can think about these chromosomes
All bottled up in here
You can think about your mama
Around the best time of the year
But I don't know, I don't know
Why she got eleven years
Sometimes you get a lifetime
Sometimes you get these tears
But you know they won't last
They won't last 'cause I won't let them
You've got too much to remember
To sit here in your past
To sit here in your past
