February

92 I lost you, I got the call in February
He tried and tried to pull you out from the
wreck but it was too late
You know I need to get alone, get out of here
For my mind to find the space
Where memories of you can take shape
I think it’s time to slip away
I bought you flowers too on that cold
Valentines Day
We buried you next to your son in the year
You looked so young
You know I need to get alone. GET OUT OF HERE
For my mind to find the space
Where memories of you can take shape
I think it’s time to slip away
Remembering is honoring
Brother I want to laught it up
When I picture us running in the sunlight
Mother I want to hear you sing and
Play the grand for me