Chicken wire and crepe paper wrapped around a hayrack, towed behind a pickup in the homecoming parade in a town as small as this one, maybe smaller, but that was too long ago, my distant past, my childhood a charade
CHORUS: I had a dream last night you turned around and asked me why I wasn't coming home again -- I couldn't tell you (2x)
Traps set in the corners of the hallways of my high school, memories like tigers crouched and ready there to spring; tried to do my best to be invisible, but that was impossible, a waste of time, a waste of everything.
CHORUS
Tried to tell the people with their eyes glued to the tv set to look at something else besides the color of their hate I was just a child then but I wasn't, but that was 'cause I couldn't be, it wasn't fair, you can't go back to change my fate
I am an associate professor of human services at a regional Midwestern university. I am also a writer of fantasy and romance, hoping to get traditionally published. I have one husband and am owned by four cats.
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