Soccer Field

We were packing Bug Out bags

When you told me you had had another

And it was bad

I kissed your cheek it's just a dream

I'll start the car

For rolling paper and two of those orange ice cream pops

You like a lot

The trees are burning by the soccer field

The trees are burning by the soccer field

The trees are burning by the soccer field

There's ashes in my rearview mirror

When the kitchen floor started to sink

I stood there frozen in heinous disbelief

I thought it was a dream I thought it was a dream

You cried, “Help me, it's the prophecy

Just because it wasn't real to you doesn't mean it's not real to me”

It's real to me

It's real to me

It's real to me

It's real to me

Then something that sounded like the voice of John Prine

Said all the good ones die

I kissed your hands and started to cry

I left you hanging there for dear life

I left you hanging there for dear life

The trees are burning by the soccer field

The trees are burning by the soccer field

The trees are burning by the soccer field

There will always be ashes in my rearview mirror