South Yale Special

Corner diner, coffee and gin
 The boulevard where 11th ends
 The South Yale Special
 Make sure to grab a booth
 And clear the cobwebs and antiques of our youth
 The places gone, those people grown
 Mama, I'm a mountain, not a stepping stone
 But i'll lift you up
 When you need me to
 And I had a feeling that you always knew
 Turquoise blue, tortoise red
 The Front Range looks like you in bed
 Horizon curved around
 Snowy sheets
 With the sun going down like your eyes when I leave
 Is there scripture that foretold
 An ending time of a love so old
 Or is time a rope
 Slipping from our hands?
 We could fly the plane but we never learned to land
 Left Baton Rouge for Texarkan
 Put on my hat and stepped out the van
 You were in my truck
 I was in denial
 We took the long way, two lane, single file
 Northwest whispers, southwest speaks
 The northeast calls, and the southeast peaks
 Every highway has
 A voice in the dust
 It ain't calling to me, mama, it's calling for us
 I've got a head full of fire
 And a heart wrapped in razor wire
 You put out those flames
 You cleaned up my cuts
 So why the hell does this hurt so much?
 Lipstick, earrings, and painted eyes
 Put on your shoes and walk outside
 And lift your head
 Because mama, it's all new
 Look around for someone looking at you
 No bank account, no storied fame
 Traded days, or a prefixed name
 Can take from you
 Whatever you regret
 So honey, do you know me or did you just forget?
 Honey, do you know me or did you just forget?
 Honey, do you know me or did you just forget?