1936

I stole a dime from my mother's drawer
 The one her father gave her just before the war
 Kids are fucking pricks, 1936
 I return my book and sold it to someone
 Bought a bag of weed for $7.14
 Split her up with my girl and laid down under the trees
 Looking up at the squirrels, jumping branch to branch
 Fell asleep in the dirt and a trail of army ants
 But it must have been winter, my mom was cleaning up
 Heard her in her bedroom, all broken up
 I hurried to the door, she cried there softly more
 She turned her armoire over, the??? was gone
 Sat down on the floor, I held her sort clothes
 That little silver coin was all she had to show
 For her father's love and the time they had
 Before he held her last time, never came back
 Must have been spring when I'd finally woken up
 Got her out of bed all choken up
 I just wanted to die, "For Christ, it was me."
 Stupid little punk, maybe 14
 Head was a foggy grey, a clouded???
 Oh what luck I found when the neighbors chimed in
 I sat my mother down, I held her and we wept
 One day I'll find it Mom(, by god I will)
 1993, down in Tennessee
 Me and Lumiere, we stopped and ate at Dairy Queen
 Got a blizzard with Coke and some friends
 I gave the girl a 20 and she said she's out of 5's
 What about some 1's, what about a roll of dimes?
 Kid brings them in, kid robs his grandma blind
 Grabbed her from that check, cracked 'em open quick
 First one in my hand was a 1936
 Sent it to my mom, said it ain't the one
 But please forgive me, please, for the hurt that I have done
 I won't stop looking, hurts me to this day
 You know I love you Mom, no words could ever say