Текст Lauren Alaina – Three

Three weeks
before I could even meet
my brother’s son.
Didn’t see him turn one or two.

Three months
I haven’t made Sunday service once.
I’m out on the road
praying alone
every night for a sign
that I’m doing this right.
And I’m right where I’m supposed to be

Mama said, «You’ll be a star.»
And daddy said, «You’re gonna go far.
All you gotta do is sing your heart out.»
A lot of miles, a lot of tears
have given me some of my best years.
There’s so much I had to miss out on
six years of missing home
for three minutes on the radio.

Three years
of wishing that he was here
holding my hand.
No, I didn’t plan
for those three words
to be the ones that hurt.
They don’t sound the same
from so far away.

Mama said, «You’ll be a star.»
And daddy said, «You’re gonna go far.
All you gotta do is sing your heart out.»

I’ll do it for the three girls at my show
who saved up for the third row.
And the three times that I heard
just this week that my words
were sung by a three-year-old:
hairbrush for a microphone.
Little girl with a dream,
And that girl was me, yeah

My mama said, «You’ll be a star.»
And daddy said, «You’re gonna go far.
All you gotta do is sing your heart out.»
A lot of miles, a lot of tears
have given me my best years.
There’s so much I had to miss out on
six years of missing home.
But I’d spend fifty more gone
for three minutes on the radio.