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 our reckless abandon

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 you're 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 in my shoulder

Shedding skin, shaking like the timbre in her voice

Watched what a kid did to my mother

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 hand-painted signs

They called her names, while they called themselves Christians

Sort of hate's 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?

Had no idea that'd be the last time

Went searching for something that I hope she found

All these years later, in the dog days of summer

Swear in the silence, you can still hear the sound

Of the vicious cycle coming unwound

Of the vicious cycle coming unwound