This Is a Photograph

This is a photograph, a window to the past Of your father on the front lawn, with no shirt on Ready to take the world on, beneath the West Texas sun The year that you were born, the year that you are now His wife behind the camera His daughter and his baby boy Got a glimmer in his eye, seems to say This is what I'll miss after I die And this is what I miss about being alive My body My girls My boy The sun Now times the undefeated The heavyweight champ Laughing in his face, as he dance like Sugar Ray Used to be c'mon, c'mon But now no mas, no mas Used to be c'mon, c'mon But now no mas, no mas And this is a photograph, a window of the past Of your mother in skirt, in the cool Kentucky dirt Laughing in the garden Back where it started With a smile on her face Everything in it's place Got a glimmer in her eyes, seem to say This is what I'll miss about being alive This is what I'll miss about being alive This is what I'll miss about being alive This is what I'll miss after I die This is what I'll miss about being alive This is what I'll miss about being alive This is what I'll miss about being alive This is what I'll miss after I die This is what I'll miss about being alive This is what I'll miss about being alive This is what I'll miss about being alive This is what I'll miss after I die This is a photograph, a window to the past Of me on front lawn Ready to take the world on Beneath the Tennessee sun Inside the kingdom Got a glimmer in my eye, seems to say