Memory #ILX1-V

(Intro) [Instrumental] (Verse 1) Dust hangs heavy in the air, like a shroud on this town Mama's face etched with lines, her hope fading, worn down Dad's trapped in the darkness, a mind lost in the mine This life's a coal-stained canvas, a picture I won't confine (Chorus) Bleakersville, you've held us captive, choked us with your haze But I'm breaking free, I'm taking Mama, we're leaving this place California sunshine, a lemon tree so high We'll trade these dusty memories for a new, clear sky (Verse 2) Bob Weaver's laughter echoes, a ghost of a friendship past His socks mismatched, his grin wide, a memory that will last The old oak desk, built by Dad, its wood rough and worn But I'll carry his spirit, his lessons, in the life that I've sworn (Chorus) Bleakersville, you've held us captive, choked us with your haze But I'm breaking free, I'm taking Mama, we're leaving this place California sunshine, a lemon tree so high We'll trade these dusty memories for a new, clear sky (Chorus) Bleakersville, you've held us captive, choked us with your haze But I'm breaking free, I'm taking Mama, we're leaving this place California sunshine, a lemon tree so high We'll trade these dusty memories for a new, clear sky [Instrumental break] (Bridge) The trunk's open, Mama's drawings, a glimpse of a world unseen A Queen Anne's Lace, fragile, reaching for the light, a hopeful scene I hold the key, not to the mine, but to a future we'll create Leaving behind the dust and despair, rewriting our fate (Chorus) Bleakersville, you've held us captive, choked us with your haze But I'm breaking free, I'm taking Mama, we're leaving this place California sunshine, a lemon tree so high We'll trade these dusty memories for a new, clear sky