born to the breed

i was only nineteen

the morning you were born

with your hair fine and red

and your eyes like my own

barely a woman

with only a song

i sang to make you smile

and held you all night long

home through the streets

with you in my arms

cold winter mornings

in a colorado town

i've seen you stumble

you've watched me fall

you know i've got nothing

you know we've got it all

trucks roll by and the rain coming down

does that old parka keep you dry?

sixteen years old out on the road

trying to get to the sky

back in september

you called me on the phone

ma