Dry Night Stories

The radio crack was through a hard white dome

I'm foldin' up the night and I'm movin' on

Same old keys in my shirt, pocket jingle

Same warm road where the headlights mingle

Lucy says I got the half's my way

Like I know a joke, the ring won't say

I lean on a counter, coffee gone cold

Tradin' little truths like change for gold

We were young in a town that never learned to sleep

With a borrowed car and a promise to keep

Now the mouths sit low and the engine hums

And the good old days still feel like drums

Bright red sunset on a factory wall

A clean little sax line cuts through it all

Telecaster rings like a church bell bright

And the whole room turns in the amber light

We were young in a town that never learned to sleep

With a borrowed car and a promise to keep

Now the miles sit low and the engine hums

And the good old days still feel like drums

So I'll take my time with the road ahead

Let the stories breathe and the hard words fade

If the night runs long, I won't mind the wait

I got one more grin and a back towards the stage