Sunday morning my Rebekahs sleeping in with me again 

There's a kid outside the church kickin' a can 



When the ceder branchs twist she turns her collar to the wind 

The weather can close the world within it's hands 



And my mother says Rebekah is as stubborn as the come 

They both call me to with words I never knew 



There's a bug inside the thimble theres a band aid on her thumb 

And a pony in the river turning blue 



They say time may give you more then your poor bones could ever take 

My Rebekah says she never wants a boy 



To be barefoot on the driveway as they wave and ride away 

And to run inside and curse the open door 



I once gave to my Rebekah a belated promise ring 

And she sold it to the waitress one a train 



I may find her by the phone booth with a fashion magazine 

She may kiss me when her girlfriends leave again 



They say time may give you more then your poor bones could ever take 

I think I could never love another girl 



To be free atop a tree stump and to look the other way 

While she shines my mothers imitation pearls 



Sunday evening, my Rebeka's lost a book she never read 

And the moon fell into the sea 



So the statues of our fathers in the courthouse flowerbed 

Now they bend with all the lighting tattered trees 



They say time may give you more then your poor bones could ever take 

My Rebekah said she knew I'd want a boy 



A dollar for my boardwalk red balloon to float away 

She would earn a pocketful to buy me more