She showed up like a vision
Her summer dress whipping
In the wind, like fresh laundry on the line
Delightfully enamored with our reckless abandon
Carried on like children with no sense of time
We’d fumble through the darkness, wide-eyed and love-drunk
Teaching one another how the other’s body worked
Ain’t it funny, when you’re flying, the last thing you’re thinking
About is just how bad the coming down is gonna hurt
We were babies
Having babies
‘Round here
That’s a tale as old as time
I held her close as she cried in my shoulder
Shedding skin, shaking like the timbre in her voice
Watched what a kid did to my mother
Told her, either way, that I would stand by the choice
We packed up a bag and drove to the city
Shouldered through the pickets and hand-painted signs
They called her names, while they called themselves Christians
Sort of hate’s got no place in any faith of mine
We were babies
Having babies
‘Round here
That’s a tale as old as time
Just a vicious cycle
Where every ending
Is just another starting line
Five hundred dollars don’t stretch out like it used to
But five hundred dollars made it all go away
Do you ever think that God will forgive us?
Reckon I still got a shot at Heaven someday?
Had no idea that’d be the last time
Went searching for something that I hope she found
All these years later, in the dog days of summer
Swear in the silence, you can still hear the sound
Of the vicious cycle coming unwound
Of the vicious cycle coming unwound
Other lyrics by American Aquarium:
Babies Having Babies
She showed up like a vision Her summer dress whipping In the wind, like fresh laundry on the line Delightfully enamored with our reckless abandon Carried on like children …
Cherokee Purples
I still see you when I close my eyes On your back porch in the summertime The kids on Mama’s side in the back yard Running wild as kudzu vines If y’all get …
Crier
The first thing we do when we’re born So quickly from our weary Mother’s arms we are torn Trying to make sense of a world overwhelming The pressure in ours …
Head Down, Feet Moving
Every lesson that I’ve learned, I had to learn the hard way I picked myself up off the floor a time or two If you can’t throw a punch, boy, you better learn …
Messy As A Magnolia
I was messy as a magnolia, blooming in the month of May I’d set a match to a second chance so fast, it’ll take your breath away She ran into a house on fire …