Well, I can't believe how much I think about you. I don't know why. How'd I ever even get along without you. Through the long night. Days are so long when you're not around.
Sometimes it's a car. A certain shade of mystic blue. I think of you and I wonder how on Earth you are. Sometimes just a song. That's playing on my radio.
I wish I could hold you back. I know I can't help you pack. Cause it's all that I can do. To pretend I'm not watching you. . Go find yourself somewhere else.
Pretty little thing. Where ya going with that. "I'm about to give up". Look in your eyes. I just said what I felt. But I sure didn't mean. To make you cry.
Check out those kids over there in the parking lot. They're probably drinking a lil' beer and smoking pot. But I doubt they mean anyone any harm. . Yeah that's old man Fredrick's daughter.
There's a road that goes to an old friends house. Where we grew up, where we hung out. I've Been on this highway for three hours now. And I'm trying to find it.
Everybody's talking 'bout how everybody's feeling. There's a change coming down. All the people in the street are moving to the beat of a brand new sound.
Girl you are, my kind of lover. I'm still amazed that we found one another. Cause I'm just a man, selfish and proud. You could have been gone, but you're standing here now.
My father had skin like leather. Hands like steel. From a lifetime spent in the cotton fields. Though he'd come home tired and dirty. Almost every night.
Hello California,. Sure is strange to be here today.. What's a boy from down in Austin. Doin' in the city of angels anyway?. So won't ya come on out here with me?.
I spent 42 years learning how to love him. buttons on his shirt and supper in the oven and 1,000 reasons. have come and gone. We raised our children, we raised our voices.
Another night in a strange and dim lit place. another sticker for the guitar case. another room looking over the interstate. another hotel mirror, same old face.
I see an old white wicker chair on a front porch. it's raining all around the sky is grey. the paint is peeling. and I can hear an old dog dreaming. his ragged breath is keeping me awake.
I just got word today that the money's gonna be OK. and the weather oughta hold out through the weekend. Fall is settling in, the days are getting short again.
I had a dream you drove a cadillac. I sat beside you with my feet up on the dash. the stars were shining we were high as hell. we were dying but you couldn't tell.
24 acres of Indiana farmland, airstream trailer. living in the heartland. a little ways west of where the day is born. I put 200,00 miles on this Japanese car.
I followed you down to your old home town. saw the tears in your eyes as you stood and looked around. you said, everything's different. but it was all the same.
I say I'm sorry, and you don't believe me. I'm angry, you are too. you still think I'm trying to prove something by hurting you. I say I'm sorry, well the truth is I'm not so take a shot.
See the way he smiles. I bet he's never been alone. I bet he's got the sweetest little thing waiting for him at home. I don't care what people say. nobody escapes.
Looking at the stars tonight. I know the cards don't lie. you and me, baby that's all there ever was. now and then you've got to flip a coin. but life's too short not to get to the point.