Old White Lincoln
If I could write, I'd tell you how much I've missed these nights
Where we dig around the bones and try to find peace
A patch for the holes
I lit a cigarette on a parking meter
The corner boys told her I was dying to meet her
Like a prayer, I said on a dead man's knee
You drove up like a parade.
You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos
And your Ole '55 that you drove through the roof
Of the sky up above these indifferent stars
While you just kept coming apart
You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos
And your Ole '55 that you drove through the roof
Of the sky up above these indifferent stars
While you just kept coming apart
Straight in my arms, fell straight in my arms
And I miss it sometimes, shaking like a leaf
On the corner of Vine, but I heard it's alright
The radio spoke to a good friend of mine.
And I can feel it coming up as the night's getting warm
Saw your summer dress hanging on the back of the lawn
Like a dream I remember from an easier time
With the top rolled down on a Saturday night
You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos
And your Ole '55 that you drove through the roof
Of the sky up above these indifferent stars
While you just kept coming apart
You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos
And your Ole '55 that you drove through the roof
Of the sky up above these indifferent stars
While you just kept coming apart
Right in my arms, right in my arms
And I always dreamed of classic cars and movie screens
And trying to find some way to be redeemed.
Bring a dollar with you, babe
In the cold, cold ground.
You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos
And your Ole '55 that you drove through the roof
Of the sky up above these indifferent stars
While you just kept coming apart
You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos
And your Ole '55 that you drove through the roof
Of the sky up above these indifferent stars
While you just kept coming apart
You fell straight in my arms
You fell straight in my arms.