Letras
My mother, only eight years old
On a wooden bench as the trolley rolled
3 miles rumbling down the Cleveland track
In her Sunday dress, looking out at the town
As a light snow starts to flutter down
"Go straight to Grandma's, see you when you're back"
Now I drive my kids every place they go
They use their phones to let me know
Where they are and what they need from me
It doesn't feel safe to cross the street
The angry cars, the city's heat
And endless danger's all that I can see
We don't understand what happened to
A distant world that we once knew
And we wonder how we let it go so wrong
So we grab their hands and we hold on tight
We comfort them when they cry at night
And we watch them close their eyes to a gentle song
And once I walked to school each day
Stopped at Billy's house to play
And maybe, called my mom to let her know
When I tell my kids how I spent my days
They giggle at "uphill, both ways"
To them it seems so very long ago
We don't understand what happened to
A distant world that we once knew
And we wonder how we let it go so wrong
So we grab their hands and we hold on tight
We comfort them when they cry at night
And we watch them close their eyes to a gentle song
Then the call comes from the school one day
Police tell us to stay away
So we drive to the line, waiting anxiously for hours
We know that when the bullets fly
Somebody's kid is gonna die
Silently we pray it isn't ours
We don't understand what happened to
A distant world that we once knew
And we wonder how we let it go so wrong
So we grab their hands and we hold on tight
We comfort them when they cry at night
And we watch them go to sleep to a gentle song
We watch them close their eyes to a gentle song