You keep his picture close beside you
It's girlish wishes that never came true
But the pony you wanted when you were a child
Is dead in the ground by now

You bring the bar home and the smell of your hair
It wilts the flowers that your girlhood put there
You're disappointed before you lay your head down
You're tired of your life in this town

In a while nothing will hurt anymore
And the hall light won't wake you behind a close door
Everyone cries and everything dies
In a while, in a while, in a while
In a while, in a while, in a while

Can praying save you as you wait by the phone?
It didn't seem to, 'cause you're still alone
And your little girl wishes one thing as a dime
Nobody can help you this time

But in a while nothing will hurt anymore
And the hall light won't wake you behind a close door
Everyone cries and everything dies
In a while, in a while, in a while
In a while, in a while, in a while

It's horses and hay and lovers hold sway
Giving yourself away
The devils and graves and pink toes and paints
And soldiers to say lullabies, high

In a while nothing will hurt anymore
And the hall light won't wake you behind a close door
Everyone cries and everything dies
In a while, in a while, in a while
In a while, in a while, in a while

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Writer(s): Caitlin Cary, Lynn Blakey, Tonya Lamm