I stole a dime from my mother's drawer
The one her father gave her just before the war
Kids are fucking pricks, 1936
I return my book and sold it to someone
Bought a bag of weed for $7.14
Split her up with my girl and laid down under the trees
Looking up at the squirrels, jumping branch to branch
Fell asleep in the dirt and a trail of army ants
But it must have been winter, my mom was cleaning up
Heard her in her bedroom, all broken up
I hurried to the door, she cried there softly more
She turned her armoire over, the??? was gone
Sat down on the floor, I held her sort clothes
That little silver coin was all she had to show
For her father's love and the time they had
Before he held her last time, never came back
Must have been spring when I'd finally woken up
Got her out of bed all choken up
I just wanted to die, "For Christ, it was me."
Stupid little punk, maybe 14
Head was a foggy grey, a clouded???
Oh what luck I found when the neighbors chimed in
I sat my mother down, I held her and we wept
One day I'll find it Mom(, by god I will)
1993, down in Tennessee
Me and Lumiere, we stopped and ate at Dairy Queen
Got a blizzard with Coke and some friends
I gave the girl a 20 and she said she's out of 5's
What about some 1's, what about a roll of dimes?
Kid brings them in, kid robs his grandma blind
Grabbed her from that check, cracked 'em open quick
First one in my hand was a 1936
Sent it to my mom, said it ain't the one
But please forgive me, please, for the hurt that I have done
I won't stop looking, hurts me to this day
You know I love you Mom, no words could ever say