Daddy saw it first, before the hard years came A wrong turn on the road back home, a few forgotten names But the rest of us were slow to realize That the light was fading fast from Momma's eyes Friday games, family nights, those early days just flew Holding on and putting off what we knew we had to do How the heart resists the breaking of the ties But her heart had lost its path to Momma's eyes If there's a God in heaven Does he pay us any mind? If it's a story we're living Why is the author so unkind? ♪ So Dad kept the house, cared for her, and worried over debt Some nights he thought of doing a thing we'd all regret A chilling thought, but easier to die Than into a stranger turn in Momma's eyes If there's a God in heaven Does he pay us any mind? If it's a story that we're living Why is the author so unkind? Now in a white room she sits rocking, looking over prairie land Some weeks there's just no time, but we visit when we can You can't reach her, but we touch her, and we try 'Cause we remember all the love in Momma's eyes