The old man's out by the swimming pool; he goes there to think.
Talks on the phone sometimes, hardly mentions a thing.
Says he needed it for his knees, he used to swim back in school.
Graduated in 84, quit drinking in 92.
He used to call her a basket case for going on like she did.
The only girl of a foreman's wife, she'd never let him forget.
It comes to women and they survive, but when the same comes to men
someone comes for their babies, something dies there and then.
Slinging gravel in parking lots, looking tough on the hood.
A girl as plain as a primer coat leaves nothing misunderstood.
"Her mother and I," through trembling lips, a steady hand on his own
The future of every rebel cause, when all the fight in him's gone.
My sister's marrying in the fall and everything will be fine.
'Cause Mama's planning the wedding, Daddy's planning on crying.
She's slipping out of her apron strings, you best leave him be.
He's staring through his own taillights and gathering speed.