Gray and chalky like my granddaddy?s skin Sky was cold and lonely and closin? in All the trees look like stubble on winters chin And I think I?ll ride
We were always happiest when we needed the least Who knew this love would turn in to such a feast Breakfast, lunch and dinner and a midnight snack I?m
Truth is I never was young Shot like a bullet from a rusty old gun I could never find the straight and true Honey, baby till I found you I ain?t saying
Back on the corner I'm singing the blues I can see my reflection In the shine of your shoes Like Momma used to say No news is good news And I'm back
Well, he packed up his suitcase 'Cause the deal gone down She was slipping on her stockings Lord it made the sweetest sound There was a baby in the reeds
Come out of a fireball Notes burning and the letters scrawled I ain't ever goin' back no more Bare light, bulb and a hotplate Was there that I finally
Caught like a deer in my own headlights Frozen on this road tonight I had a fix on the brightest star Now I'm not sure, where you are North is south
We were coming down the old turnpike Horse hooves pounding, sledgehammer night You can tell 'em anything you like I was there with you baby Silver and
In the forest of no gravity Where birds mock reality We laid out some bread crumbs Yeah but somebody ate 'em Always thought we'd make it here But here
Old school He's the old school he don't say when he's hurtin' he'll just hide away 'till it 's over and tears are dry he's the old school and you can
We made a pact Lying there on our backs Swearing to every star That the sky did hold Promising our love was true And promising to see it through Then
I've been too long with my nose in a book I hope you sing just as good as you look Come on over baby, I got a song for you A little jump of something
She came onto him like a slow movin' cold front His beer was warmer than the look in her eyes She sat on a stool, he said, "what do you want? "
Close some air Choking in clean underwear Bleeding tongue 8-Ball pounding in my lungs Ship to shore I can't see the coastline anymore I shouldn't be
My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird Put your head on my shoulder don't say a word We'll cut across town in my Thunderbird There's a burial ground Beneath
Well, I jumped so high Knocked the table over Thought I saw a ghost Come out of the clover She lived in this house Forty odd years or so She was buried
Well, I don't need a reason that I find your love so pleasin' I know you can carry me back home Been out in the wilderness I could use a little tenderness
I traced your arms as you laid spread out on the Sunday paper And looked like the crime scene of an angel ghost I heard the gate clatter to on the elevator