When I was twelve, my mom and I
Left New York for California sky
Dad had gone, it was Mom and me
In our Chevrolet, two-part harmony
The car broke down west of Omaha
We settled down, Mom got a job
Don't feel sorry for me
I fell in love in the usual way
With a flat-eyed boy on his flatbed truck
When the baby was born, he sent a card that said Good Luck
And some flowers; I live with Mom upstairs
And our best friend Kate who never goes anywhere
Chorus
I work the graveyard shift at a restaurant
Somewhere out on 281
A stranger came into the place
And said she saw a sunset in my face
