I Hope They Get to Me in Time

I'm eight years old, daddy's cutting my hair Aqua Velva on his hands Mama's in the kitchen Got fried green tomatoes poppin' in the pan I see a home run, a gold line Holding my breath getting baptized I see her beautiful face under that veil as she's walking down the aisle I can hear the sirens coming Smell the gasoline and smoke I'm pinned against this steering wheel Pretty sure my arm is broke I can see the flames and my life Flashing right before my eyes I hope they get to me in time I could see the headlights swerve So I cut the wheel to the right Last thing I saw was the bottle turned up As he crossed that centre line I see tiny hands, brown eyes Falling asleep to that lullaby And you slide over next to me as I turned out the lights I can hear the sirens coming Smell the gasoline and smoke I'm pinned against this steering wheel Pretty sure my arm is broke I can see the flames and my life Flashing right before my eyes I hope they get to me in time Please, Lord, I'm begging you, don't let me go like this There's so much left that I wanna do So much I don't wanna miss, no I can see the flames and my life Flashing right before my eyes I hope they get to me in time Just get to me in time Please get to me in, in time