Streetlights Wheres that angel with dirty knees who wasnt hard to please when we first met? She dont act like she needs me now and she dont even seem to be upset. Maybe I cover too much ground, Ive been from town to town since I grew up. Could my dreams take up too much space? Ill never find a place thats big enough. The chairs go up on the bar now, and the table lights go black, So I order one last double and start calling people back. Marc sounds good, hes been working hard. Couldnt punch a card to save his life. Says hes glad that he quit the road, he says hes getting old, he missed his wife. Little Ems been asleep since nine, Im sure shes doing fine, she always is. Dad wont answer his phone at night, but I guess thats alright, the place is his. The chairs are up on the bar now and theyre asking me to leave, So I give the girl a bill and start rolling down my sleeves. In my pocket directions back across the railroad tracks to where I crash. Maybe I should wave down a car, I wont be going far, and I have cash. Think I blocked just a park away, but I cant really say, its been all night. How I wish you would call me here, but you just disappeared, it wasnt right. And the streetlights help a little, but theyre barely half alive I dont feel much like walking and I sure as hell cant drive. Close your eyes and remember this. It wont be back again, its almost gone. Even times that dont seem like much will be your only crutch when youre alone. Time moves slow when youre seventeen and then it picks up steam at twenty-one. Pretty soon youll remember when you could remember when you loved someone. https://youtube/watch?v=Q39sbqHXvoM
Posted on: Fri, 17 Oct 2014 05:17:39 +0000
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