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?