When I was a young girl there were things I didn't know
Some things would stay, but most would go
Thunderstorms on Texan land
Wedding rings on parents' hands
Life keeps walking down the road
Sometimes she lends a hand to hold
Sometimes she don't
Wisdom builds her home among the things you cannot tell the young
That there'd be longer loves than summer ones
And we'd find greater sins than breathing in bowling alley cigarettes
Some were harder to let go
Sometimes you'd need a hand to hold
Sometimes you won't
Way out west of Dallas, things I didn't understand
How Jesus maybe wasn't a Republican
That there'd be winters, there'd be springs
And how they'd both come back again
And we'd keep walking down the road
We'll be stronger as we go
And sometimes we won't
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