When the dogwoods
start to bloom
And the crickets
hum their tune
That's usually about the time
That I feel most alive
But the news has all been bad
And the whole world
seems so sad
I ain't had much else goin' on
'Til I sat down and
wrote this song
I miss my mom I miss my dad
I miss the road I miss my band
Givin' hugs and shakin' hands
Well it's a mystery I suppose
Just how long this thing goes
But there'll be crowds
And there'll be shows
And there will be
light after dark
Someday when we aren't
six feet apart
The first thing that I'm
gonna do
Is slide on in some
corner booth
And take the whole ****
family out
And buy my buddies
all a round
Pay some extra on the tab
Catch a movie
Catch a cab
Watch a ballgame
from the stands
Probably over-wash my hands
I miss my mom I miss my dad
I miss the road I miss my band
Givin' hugs and shakin' hands
Well it's a mystery I suppose
Just how long this thing goes
But there'll be crowds
And there'll be shows
And there will be
light after dark
Someday when we aren't
six feet apart
I miss my mom I miss my dad
I miss the road I miss my band
Givin' hugs and shakin' hands
Well it's a mystery I suppose
Just how long this thing goes
But there'll be crowds
And there'll be shows
And there will be
light after dark
Someday when we aren't
six feet apart
There will be light after dark
Someday when we aren't
six feet apart