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