A Hell Of A Time
it's been a hell of a time
since I last saw this town
it's trees gracefully move with the breeze

i remember moving away
when my parents found it hard to stay
I missed the calm
I missed the farm

I remember running
we were all cunning
as we hid as kids
now we have our kids

now it's too late
so much has changed
a new generation is made
in a hell of a time