In '42 my grandad was drafted by the army.
They sent him off to fight over in Germany.
Left my grandma at home with a brand new baby boy.
And my mom was born the day they bombed Hiroshima.
Not long after that, my grandad got to meet her.
He got a job and commuted from Alabama to Kentucky.
But still he would have told you he was lucky
just to watch his pretty bride push those babies down the street.
And the way that the cars backed up behind her.
The way that the traffic all lined up behind her.
My grandad's lost his mind, 'cause he'd rather not remember anymore.
And he refuses to stop drivin', so grandma's locked his keys next door.
And he spends his days just a lookin' around, lookin' around.
But he's forgotten what he's lookin' for.
He's forgotten what he's lookin' for.