Far away I've travelled To stand once more alone. And hear my memories echo Through these hills that I call home. As a child I roamed this valley, I … - Iris DeMent

Fireflies inside of a mason jar,
Acting big behind the wheel of daddy's car.
Playing church around the old piano stand,
You were quite a preacher and oh, we sang so grand.
I remember every night what we would say and do:
"If you've forgiven me, then I've forgiven you."
And now when life begins to get the best of me,
I reminisce these childhood memories.

I've got no time to look back, I've got no time to see
The pieces of my heart that have been ripped away from me.
And if the feeling starts to coming, I've learned to stop 'em fast
Because I don't know, if I let 'em go, they might not wanna pass.
And there's just so many people trying to get me on the phone
And there's bills to pay, and songs to play
And a house to make a home.
I guess I'm older now and I've got no time to cry.

Sweet is the melody, so hard to come by,
It's so hard to make every note bend just right.
You lay down the hours and leave not one trace
But a tune for the dancing is there in it's place.