She went out on Friday night
She didn't come home 'til it was light
She spent six hours just walking around
She just knows it was so cruel
She knows she has no control
She knows she can't think about tomorrow
"He didn't see what his hurt would do to me
He didn't see what his hurt would do to me"
She was from a small town where
Knowing neighbours made life simple
She told her mom, "I swear I'll write"
She just knows it was so cruel
She knows Oakland is not her home
She knows she can't think about tomorrow
"He didn't see what his hurt would do to me
He didn't see what his hurt would do to me"
She was from a small town in Nebraska
The smell of grass and cinnamon in cider
I have some news for your mother
Anna won't be coming home for Christmas