There’s a place down the street

Where my friends congregate
And when we sit on those bar stools
We’re not alone
10 am the lights are on
Beer’s cold, the whiskey’s strong
And we’re drowning those memories
One by one

You can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
If you’re tryin’ to hang on

To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home

The neon lights are bright
Even tho it’s past midnight
And the band’s packed up and moved on
Stare at the clock on the wall
Bartender says last call
And I start missin’ her most of all

So, you can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
So if you’re tryin’ to hang on
To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home
Too many reasons not to go back home

Texarkana en route to New Orleans –
My baby fell from his bike.
And I was told he lay conscious;
And he knew death would arrive.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

From weeping trees blue bottles hang –
And southern grass come covered with mist.
Could he not stay on the road we paved?
The dirt devours those who fall adrift.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

They took his body back to the Golden State;
Where his mother wept a sad goodbye.
And not a dry eye was to be seen –
Unless you looked into my eyes.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

You won’t have to miss me, I’ll be home as soon as the snow covers the ground December is easy, it’s the months before that always bring me down
A ghost without a mission, another year gone by
I’ve been trying to listen to the tears we’ve cried
All I need you to believe is that I’ll be back when I am whole again I’ll find a card up my sleeve, a king or a jack to help me be a man A guest without permission, another gear gone dry
I’m still trying to listen to the tears we’ve cried
Unless you want to come away with me I guess we couldn’t go astray, Andie Andie
Unless you want to come away with me I guess we couldn’t go astray, Andie Andie