For the last twenty years,

She was sure and just waiting to leave.

She would shake in her sleep,

And over and over repeat,

There's plenty of time to bury

To bury what you don't want the sun to see.

What he won't know he won't believe

Then he'll see a family

In the dirt of the earth of the reasons

for a young man to feel,

There's a maze of arrangemets between trust

And the desire to steal.

And there's plenty of time to carry.

He carries what they don't want the sun to see

They just want their son to be man o' the year

Oh, mother

Father