When the dogwoods start to bloom And the crickets hum their tune It's usually about the time That I feel most alone But the news has all been bad And the whole world seems so sad I ain't have much else going on So I sat down and wrote this song I miss my mom, I miss my dad I miss the road, I miss my band Giving hugs and shaking hands 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 damn family out Buy my bunnies all around Pay some extra on the tab Catch a movie, catch a cab Watch a ball game from the stands Probably overwash my hands I miss my mom, I miss my dad I miss the road, I miss my band Giving hugs and shaking hands 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 Giving hugs and shaking hands 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 www.LRCgenerator.com