I'm eight years old

Daddy's cuttin' my hair

Aqua velva on his hands.

Momma's in the kitchen

Got fried green tomatoes

Poppin' in the pan.

I see a home run, a goal line,

Holding my friend gettin' baptized.

I see her beautiful face under that veil

As she's walking down the aisle.

I can hear the sirens comin'

Smell the gasoline and smoke.

I'm pinned against this steering wheel

Pretty sure my arm is broke.

I can see the flames and my life

Flashing right before my eyes.

I hope they get to me in time.

I could see the headlights swerve

So I cut the wheel to the right.

Last thing I saw was that bottle turned up

As he crossed that center line.

I see tiny hands, brown eyes

Fallin' to sleep to that lullaby.

And you slide over next to me

As I turn out the lights.

I can hear the sirens comin'

Smell the gasoline and smoke.

I'm pinned against this steering wheel

Pretty sure my arm is broke.

I can see the flames and my life

Flashing right before my eyes.

I hope they get to me in time.

Please lord, I'm beggin' you

Don't let me go like this.

There's so much left that I want to do

So much I don't want to miss.

I can see the flames and my life

Flashing right before my eyes.

I hope they get to me in time.

Just get to me in time.

Please get to me in, in time.