Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed.
Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes open wide.

Shabby tried to comb her hair with a gift from her grandma, her blood.
Tangled she got half way.
Sticky and powdered with dirt from the ground where her mamma had left her.
Had left her.
Left her.

Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed.
Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes open wide.

Rusty the screen, she open it.
Raised from the ground.
Mamma left me her ring, mamma left me no family,
Just barstools, and boyfriends, and whisky, and nighttime, and bedtime,
And bedtime.

I'll go with the man who looks like my father,
The neighbors all tell me to go with him.
He better take caution, he better take care of me,
Cause if he don't, he better beware me.

Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed.
Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes open wide.