Year of the Cicadas

Do you remember laying on the sidewalk waiting for your mama to ring the dinner bell?
It was summer, in a year of the cicadas
Nothing seemed to matter atop our little hill
Til we'd roll down, down, down, down
Til we'd roll down

And I was with you that night they found your brother
His body trembling, and yours, a helpless shell
And our cicadas were drowned by all the sirens
That month you stayed by his bedside until he got well
Until he got well

And I watched as you grew into that woman you had always wanted to
Nothing standing in your way could ever slow you down
And you'd wait for the day our cicadas would come back to stay
But you know that ain't how it works
Love ain't real unless losin' it hurts