Farm

I was up at 5: 15, watering the weeds Thinking 'bout the life we left And all of the places in between That we've seen And though I know it wasn't much for you I held on to every word you said Plans we thought we'd surely keep But somehow, we landed here instead But still, no matter where you are I'll find you in a dream And you can't go home again Can't go back to 17 You should know, the streets are rough these days And folks aren't what they seem But still, whenever you are lost I'll find you, I'll find you In a dream I heard your daughter's ten years old That you drove her 'round Texas for a while Same old 745 That your father kept for 200, 000 miles, with a smile And you still get high, on a pipe made out of wood That you've had since you went to Mexico Sometimes you wish you never left But seems like it's always time to go To go...