Babies Having Babies
She showed up like a vision
Her summer dress whipping
In the wind like fresh laundry on the line
Delightfully enamored with a reckless abandon
We carried on like children with no sense of time
We'd fumble through the darkness, wide eyed and love drunk
Teaching one another how the other's body worked
Ain't it funny when your flying the last thing you're thinking
About is just how bad the coming down is gonna hurt
We were babies having babies
Round here that's a tale as old as time
I held her close as she cried into my shoulder
Her shedding skin shaking like the timbre of her voice
I watched what a kid did to my mother
I told her either way that I would stand by the choice
We packed up a bag and drove to the city
Shouldered through the pickets and the hand painted signs
They called her names while they called themselves Christians
That sort of hate has got no place in any faith of mine
We were babies having babies
Round here that's a tale as old as time
Just a vicious cycle where every ending
Is just another starting line
Five hundred dollars don't stretch out like it used to
But five hundred dollars made it all go away
Do you ever think that God will forgive us?
Reckon I still got a shot at heaven someday?
I had no idea that would be the last time
Went searching for something that I hope she found
All these years later, in the dogs days of summer
I swear in the silence you can still hear the sound
Of the vicious cycle coming unwound
Of the vicious cycle coming unwound
Her summer dress whipping
In the wind like fresh laundry on the line
Delightfully enamored with a reckless abandon
We carried on like children with no sense of time
We'd fumble through the darkness, wide eyed and love drunk
Teaching one another how the other's body worked
Ain't it funny when your flying the last thing you're thinking
About is just how bad the coming down is gonna hurt
We were babies having babies
Round here that's a tale as old as time
I held her close as she cried into my shoulder
Her shedding skin shaking like the timbre of her voice
I watched what a kid did to my mother
I told her either way that I would stand by the choice
We packed up a bag and drove to the city
Shouldered through the pickets and the hand painted signs
They called her names while they called themselves Christians
That sort of hate has got no place in any faith of mine
We were babies having babies
Round here that's a tale as old as time
Just a vicious cycle where every ending
Is just another starting line
Five hundred dollars don't stretch out like it used to
But five hundred dollars made it all go away
Do you ever think that God will forgive us?
Reckon I still got a shot at heaven someday?
I had no idea that would be the last time
Went searching for something that I hope she found
All these years later, in the dogs days of summer
I swear in the silence you can still hear the sound
Of the vicious cycle coming unwound
Of the vicious cycle coming unwound
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Writer(s): Bradley Justin Barham
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