This Is a Photograph

This is a photograph, a window to the past
Of your father on the front lawn, with no shirt on
Ready to take the world on, beneath the West Texas sun
The year that you were born, the year that you are now

His wife behind the camera
His daughter and his baby boy
Got a glimmer in his eye, seems to say
This is what I'll miss after I die
And this is what I miss about being alive

My body
My girls
My boy
The sun

Now times the undefeated
The heavyweight champ
Laughing in his face, as he dance like Sugar Ray
Used to be c'mon, c'mon
But now no mas, no mas
Used to be c'mon, c'mon
But now no mas, no mas

And this is a photograph, a window of the past
Of your mother in skirt, in the cool Kentucky dirt
Laughing in the garden
Back where it started
With a smile on her face
Everything in it's place
Got a glimmer in her eyes, seem to say
This is what I'll miss about being alive
This is what I'll miss about being alive

This is what I'll miss about being alive
This is what I'll miss after I die
This is what I'll miss about being alive
This is what I'll miss about being alive
This is what I'll miss about being alive
This is what I'll miss after I die
This is what I'll miss about being alive
This is what I'll miss about being alive
This is what I'll miss about being alive
This is what I'll miss after I die

This is a photograph, a window to the past
Of me on front lawn
Ready to take the world on
Beneath the Tennessee sun
Inside the kingdom
Got a glimmer in my eye, seems to say