Six Feet Apart

When the dogwoods start to bloom And the crickets hum their tune It's usually about the time That I feel most alive But the news has all been bad And the world just seems so sad And I ain't had much going on So I sat down and wrote this song I miss my mom, I miss my dad I miss the road, I miss my fans Giving hugs and shaking hands It's a mystery, I suppose Just how long this thing goes But there'll be crowds and there'll be shows And there will be light after dark Some day when we aren't six feet apart The first thing that I'm gonna do Is slide on in some corner booth Take the whole damn family out And buy my buddies all a round Pay some extra on the tab Catch a movie, catch a cab Watch a ball game from the stands Probably over-wash my hands I miss my mom, I miss my dad I miss the road, I miss my fans Giving hugs and shaking hands It's a mystery, I suppose Just how long this thing goes But there'll be crowds and there'll be shows And there will be light after dark Some day when we aren't six feet apart I miss my mom, I miss my dad I miss the road, I miss my fans Giving hugs and shaking hands Now it's a mystery, I suppose Just how long this thing goes But there'll be crowds and there'll be shows And there will be light after dark Some day when we aren't six feet apart And there will be light after dark Some day when we aren't six feet apart