Running Down the Street

Tell me when you're coming home It don't matter who was wrong And your mom ain't got too long I heard that your new boyfriend Sells Percocet and Klonopin I guess that's what you see in him I used to push you in your swing You were a tiny little thing Your daddy's hopes and dreams It hasn't turned out like I hoped Wish I could hold you close And protect you from those ghosts I'm running down the street One hand on your bike seat You had flip-flops on your feet I guess it was late July Your mom was full of life She watched us and she smiled I was running down the street I don't pull the curtains back I don't paint the mailbox black And the sidewalk's still cracked When you pull into the drive Keep your car off to the right I need out for work tonight It hasn't turned out like I planned You're a single grain of sand Just slipping through my hand I'm running down the street One hand on your bike seat You've got flip-flops on your feet I guess it was late July Your mom was full of life She watched us and she smiled I was running down the street I've been tested I've been tried I've been forced to tell some lies I bet you never thought you'd Have to watch your daddy cry I'm running down the street One hand on your bike seat You've got flip-flops on your feet I guess it was late July Your mom was full of life She watched us and she smiled I was running down the street