Des Moines

That night in Des Moines
 The goner'd streets and dying
 Sunset buildings
 Cut with Shade
 We sent our smoke
 Up through the street lights
 We sent our prayers out
 Through an old P.A.
 That night in Des Moines
 That night in Des Moines
 We were too late for supper
 So we sat at the bar
 And we drank three beers
 And we watched the house
 Filling up with no one
 But God was listening
 He cupped his ear
 That night in Des Moines
 That night in Des Moines
 I picked you up at the airport
 I threw your rig in the back seat
 And I shook your hand
 And the heat from the asphalt
 It was liquid and dancing
 And we walked to the front door
 Like a rock 'n' roll band
 That night in Des Moines
 That night in Des Moines
 We slept at your Mom's house
 We drove east in the darkness
 Toward a whole new day
 And the lights on the big trucks
 Were like gun camera tracers
 On I-80 at midnight
 There was nothing to say