Well he broke through the barrier and rode down the hill
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A sound like thunder then everything stood still
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Back home the widow wondered where he'd gone
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In the evening the meadow sings without care
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His eyes staring blankly up into the air
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The cars far above him kept rolling along
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Off you go into the summer
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Off you go to the fall
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You get tossed between the wicked and the wonder
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Suddenly you stop feeling anything at all
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Speed and alcohol the papers equated
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For the record good judgement was not demonstrated
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Rest assured this one was not drug related
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Back home the young widow weeps and sighs
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Explains to her kids how their daddy died
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She closes the door to the room where he used to try
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Off you go into the summer
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Off you go to the fall
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You got tossed between the wicked and the wonder
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And suddenly you stop feeling anything at all
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Well we all have occasion to slip on the path
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Some get to pay for the aftermath
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Some won't get another chance
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to realize life has an ending
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Well the widow moves on as the years progress
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Starts her life over but never forgets
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Down in the meadow there's darkness descending
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Off you go into the summer
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Off you go to the fall
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You get tossed between the wicked and the wonder
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And suddenly you stop feeling anything at all
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Off You Go
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| Patty Griffin |
