Lori McKenna

I am six years old in the back of my mother's car And I will be seven in December She will be gone by the beginning of next spring And I will be left to remember To remember I ask my little questions and she laughs her little laugh But she won't tell

Someone was crying and the bells ring Then I don't remember a thing You were talking but the words came - from somebody else Someone said kiss her and so you did I was smilin' like a little kid You kissed my teeth and then we both hid - inside each o

Rocket Science They say it ain't complicated; Any fool can understand Until the fuse is lit and It blows up in your hand. It all looks good on paper. Step by step you follow the plan. In the sky watch the desperate vapor until it blows up in your han