If I could write
I'd tell you
how much I've missed
these nights
where we'd
dig around
the bones
And try to
find peace
and patches
for the holes
I lit a
cigarette
on a parking meter
The corner boys
told her
how I was dyin to
meet her
Like a prayer
I said
on a dead man's knee
You drove up
like a parade
You and your
hightop sneakers
and your sailor tattoos
And your old 55
that you drove
through the roof
of the sky
up above
these indifferent stars
While you just
kept coming apart
You and your
hightop sneakers
and your sailor tattoos
And your old 55
that you drove
through the roof
of the sky
up above
these indifferent stars
While you just kept
coming apart
straight in my arms
You fell
straight in my arms
And I
miss it sometimes
Shakin like a leaf
on the corner of wine
But I
heard it's alright
The radio spoke to
a good friend of mine
And I can feel it
comin up
as the night's
gettin warm
Saw your
summer dress hangin
on the back
of the lawn
Like a dream
I remember
from an easier time
With the top
rolled down
on a Saturday night
You and your
hightop sneakers
and your sailor tattoos
And your old 55
that you drove
through the roof
of the sky
up above
these indifferent stars
While you just kept
coming apart
You and your
hightop sneakers
and your sailor tattoos
And your old 55
that you drove
through the roof
of the sky
up above
these indifferent stars
While you just kept
coming apart
right in my arms
Right in my arms
And I
always dreamed of
classic cars
and movie screens
And tryin to find
some way
to be redeemed
Bring a dollar
with you baby
In the cold cold ground
You and your
hightop sneakers
and your sailor tattoos
And your old 55
that you drove
through the roof
of the sky
up above
these indifferent stars
While you just kept
coming apart
You and your
hightop sneakers
and your sailor tattoos
And your old 55
that you drove
through the roof
of the sky
up above
these indifferent stars
While you just kept
coming apart
now straight in my arms
You fell
straight in my arms