When the dogwoods start to bloom

And the crickets hum their tune

That′s usually about the timeThat 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