I'm eight years old
Daddy's cuttin' my hair
Aqua Velva on his hands.

Momma's in the kitchen
Got fried green tomatoes
Poppin' in the pan.

I see a home run, a goal line,
Holding my friend gettin' baptized.
I see her beautiful face under that veil

As she's walking down the aisle.

I can hear the sirens comin'

Smell the gasoline and smoke.
I'm pinned against this steering wheel
Pretty sure my arm is broke.

I can see the flames and my life
Flashing right before my eyes.
I hope they get to me in time.


I could see the headlights swerve
So I cut the wheel to the right.

Last thing I saw was that bottle turned up
As he crossed that center line.
I see tiny hands, brown eyes

Fallin' to sleep to that lullaby.
And you slide over next to me
As I turn out the lights.


I can hear the sirens comin'
Smell the gasoline and smoke.

I'm pinned against this steering wheel
Pretty sure my arm is broke.
I can see the flames and my life

Flashing right before my eyes.
I hope they get to me in time.


Please Lord, I'm beggin' you
don't let me go like this.
there's so much left that I want to do

So much I don't want to miss.

I can see the flames and my life

Flashing right before my eyes.
I hope they get to me in time.
Just get to me in time.

Please get to me in, in time.