Where’s that angel with dirty knees who wasn’t hard to please when we first met?
She don’t act like she needs me now and she don’t even seem to be upset
Maybe I cover too much ground, I’ve been from town to town since I grew up Could my dreams take up too much space? I’ll never find a place that’s big
enough
The chairs go up on the bar now, and the table lights go black
So I order one last double and start calling people back
Marc sounds good, he’s been working hard. Couldn’t punch a card to save his life
Says he’s glad that he quit the road, he says he’s getting old, he missed his
wife
Little Em’s been asleep since nine, I’m sure she’s doing fine, she always is Dad won’t answer his phone at night, but I guess that’s alright,
the place is his
The chairs are up on the bar now and they’re asking me to leave
So I give the girl a bill and start rolling down my sleeves
In my pocket directions back across the railroad tracks to where I crash
Maybe I should wave down a car, I won’t be going far, and I have cash
Think I blocked just a park away, but I can’t really say, it’s been all night
How I wish you would call me here, but you just disappeared, it wasn’t right
And the streetlights help a little, but they’re barely half alive
I don’t feel much like walking and I sure as hell can’t drive
Close your eyes and remember this. It won’t be back again, it’s almost gone
Even times that don’t seem like much will be your only crutch when you’re alone
Time moves slow when you’re seventeen and then it picks up steam at twenty-one
Pretty soon you’ll remember when you could remember when you loved someone