She'd play in the backyard
get into a fist fight
her mother by the window
Fading into the moonlight
He'll be here by Christmas
Or maybe by July
He'll walked through the big doors
Holding her so tight
A little bit taller
Watching the new boy
The glimmer in his eyes
A view she could enjoy
Kicking up sand
Chasing the sunset
He'll be here till snowfall
It feels like a lifetime
And he'll meet her mother
He's coming down the dirt road
She's pointing him out
Through the glare on the glass door
Her mother is crying,
she's shaking her head
"He'll take you away"
"No we'll stay here instead"
Now the glass feels like ice
And the window is fogged
Letters of promises
A fisherman's log
He'll be here tomorrow
Or maybe July
He'll walked through the big doors
Holding her so tight