Brass Buttons

(Gram Parsons)
 Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
 Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottled blues
 And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
 Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
 My mind was young and then it grew
 My thoughts known only by a few
 A dream much too real to be leaned against too long
 And all the time I guess she knew
 Her thoughts still dance inside my head
 Her comb still lies beside the bed
 But the sun comes up without her, it doesn't know she's gone
 And it remembers nothing that she said
 Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
 Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottled blues
 And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
 Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes