12:30 in the morning
My phone begins to ring
Who could be calling?
What bad news are they to bring?
Scared to answer
For calling is my mom
She asked if Tommy was working
My everything then went numb
For the streets are blocked off
All of Cold Spring shut down
Lights, sirens, and helicopters everywhere
I'm alone with no one around
Pacing back and forth
Waiting for some kind of news
Hoping for the best
Praying and hoping it's not you
The wife of an officer
Along with three men in blue
They're at our front door
Delivering me the bad news
It's Tommy said one
It was then my legs gave through
My biggest fear of all
Unfortunately now has come true
It’s too soon to tell how much the immigration crackdown is to blame.
