Testo Hundred Thousand Sunsets

She was a devil in Revlon
Laughin’ in a rocking chair
A 5’5 revelation
With raven black hair
They were meltin’ in August
Appalachian summer heat
Drinkin’ sweet tea in the kitchen
And dancing in the street
When you’re young
Sundays always seem to last forever
And ever
Growing up
Was like a hundred thousand sunsets run together
For worse or for better
You’re everything you’ll ever be all at once
When you’re young

Well she looked in the mirror
15 years had passed
There was a wife and a mama with her eyes staring back
She lit a candle in the kitchen
Wiped nostalgia from her eyes She’s still that raven-headed girl with her apron strings tied tight

When you’re young
Sundays always seem to last forever
And ever
Growing up
Was like a hundred thousand sunsets run together
For worse or for better
You’re everything you’ll ever be all at once
When you’re young

Well the sun sank in the west
On August 29th
Same shade as her Revlon 525
90 years of memories sittin’ in the rockin’ chair
The last thing she saw was herself again as the girl with raven hair

When you’re young
Sundays always seem to last forever
And ever
Growing up
Was like a hundred thousand sunsets run together
For worse or better
You’re everything you’ll ever be all at once
When you’re young
When you’re young