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
?Till 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 lands 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 lands 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.
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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
?Till 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 lands 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 lands 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.
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
?Till 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 lands 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 lands 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.
Writer: Pedro Nascente
Copyright: Lyrics © Tratore
Copyright: Lyrics © Tratore