When the dogwoods start to bloom
And the crickets hum their tune
That´s usually about the time
That I feel most alive

But the news has all been bad
And the whole world seems so sad
I ain´t had much else 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 band
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
Someday when we aren´t six feet apart

First thing that I´m gonna do
Is slide on in some corner booth
And 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 ballgame from the stands
Probably over-wash my hands

I miss my mom, I miss my dad
I miss the road, I miss my band
Giving hugs and shaking hands
Well, 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
Someday when we aren´t six feet apart

I miss my mom, I miss my dad
I miss the road, I miss my band
Giving hugs and shaking hands
Well, it´s a mystery I suppose

Just how long this thing goes
But there´ll be crowds and there´ll be shows
There will be light after dark
Someday when we aren´t six feet apart

There will be light after dark
Someday when we aren´t six feet apart