Grant's Stand Songtext

Late summer, early in the fall
August nine three, changed forever the things I see
Your failing crutch was my saving grace
I'll never get to see your face
Early march, seven one
Can't prepare you for things we'd go through
Changes that follow us from birth to death, can't take you away from me
Like our first cigarette lifted and red hot
Burned so fast, like the time we've lost,
lonely staring stares facing present scars