Sunday sunset in a golden pasture
Shortleaf pine trees wave to me in the wind
Begging for time to stop saying faster
The moon comes and your memory creeps in.
Sunday sunrise in an old red Chevy
Numbly driving to the last place we spoke
My eyes, my heart, and my soul all heavy
How I cried that morning you never woke.
I hate closing my eyes to sleep at night
Cause night is what took you away from me
That morning you painted the sky so bright
I know you painted that for us to see.
I see red birds when I miss you the most
Blessed to know you’re with the heavenly host.