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A toast to love with paper cups |
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And a vow to never part |
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They're saying to each other there's a fire burning |
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Deep within their hearts |
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But at her darkest hour he's gone far away |
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She's all alone |
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And when the lights go out it's the hardest time |
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The hardest time to be alone |
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She sends her Mary off to school |
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And sits to watch TV |
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They're talking about spending their lives together |
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The way it's supposed to be |
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Then the baby cries, wakes her from her dream |
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She's on her own |
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And when the lights go out it's the hardest time |
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The hardest time to be alone |
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A mother's dream is like a story never told |
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Reaching out for something more then a hand to hold |
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Wanting the girl she left behind |
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So far behind |
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Pen and paper in her hand |
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To write the folks back home |
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She's telling them again that her life is better |
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Not like long ago |
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Then her shaking hand tears across the page |
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Crumbles to the floor |
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And when the lights go out it's the hardest time |
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The hardest time to be alone |
