This is a photograph
A window to the past
Of your father on the front lawn
With no shirt on
Ready to take the world on
Beneath the West Texas sun
The year that you were born
The year that you are now
His wife behind the camera
His daughter and his baby boy
Got a glimmer in his eye
Seems to say: this is what I'll miss after I die
And this is what I'll miss about being alive
My body
My girls
My boy
The sun

Now time's the undefeated
The heavyweight champ
Laughing in his face
As it dance like Sugar Ray
Used to be "C'mon, c'mon"
But now "No mas, no mas"
Used to be "C'mon, c'mon"
But now "No mas, no mas"

And this is a photograph
A window to the past
Of your mother in a skirt
In the cool Kentucky dirt
Laughing in the garden
Back where it all started
With a smile on her face
Everything in its place
Got a glimmer in her eye
Seems to say: this is what I'll miss about being alive
This is what I'll miss about being alive
This is what I'll miss about being alive
This is what I'll miss after I die
This is what I'll miss about being alive
This is what I'll miss about being alive
This is what I'll miss about being alive
This is what I'll miss after I die
This is what I'll miss about being alive
This is what I'll miss about being alive
This is what I'll miss about being alive
This is what I'll miss after I die

This is a photograph
A window to the past
Of me on a front lawn
Ready to take the world on
Beneath the Tennessee sun
Inside the kingdom
Got a glimmer in my eye
Seems to say