Wasn't Her Own

My mother quit makin' her own sweet tea

When we moved to Bowling Green

A few months after my brother Will was born

She used to be a bumble bee

Till she slowed down talkin' to dad and me

And my brother became something she ignored

One night she slept for three-days straight

The next four weeks she'd get headaches

And complain how she couldn't sleep no more

She wrote to dad how she felt misplaced

That she knew love shouldn't feel this way

And there ain't no gettin' back to how it was before

But what scares me the most

About growing old

Is what if all I remember winds up gone

I know the day will come when we all move on

But most of what she took wasn't her own

When she left my father cried, I was angry but I tried

So he had someone there for him

He took her loose ends and strung 'em tight

But the bottle of wine from their wedding night

I still don't know how he kept from cavin' in

But what scares me the most

About growing old

Is what if all I remember winds up gone

I know the day will come when we all move on

But most of what she took wasn't her own

That mornin' was hot and I couldn't breathe

From my tie and folks talkin' to me

As if what they said could steal me me away from here

Family members that I didn't know

Passed my brother around till they had to go

So we could start pickin' up what she left in the air

Now it's gonna be steel-toed boots and oven mitts

Dad'll take on roles that'll halfway fit

And do his best to show we weren't to blame

We'll look back on how he handled it

How his hardest years only got a hitch

From a hard-earned faith he'd find along the way

But what scares me the most

About growing old

Is what if all I remember winds up gone

I know the day will come when we all move on

But most of what she stole wasn't her own