Underspent and too young, too
I stumbled onto a, a picture of you
You wild bitter tale,
All cherry oak and tears
As the branches looked in
The summer is done and we are too, dear
Pull back the drape
And let the silent light in
Soon, I'll be on that highway
And damn
This stretch of ninety-nine
That takes so many lives
One of them was mine
Hand me that lil wallet picture
Nineteen eighty five, one more time
The lights on the street
And I'd walk to you at night
Were so blindly lit
Yeah, there were four little flames
His, mine, and yours
And the torch in the attic
I woke up late
And kissed you awake
As you packed up your load
There was one last look
And the U-haul broke free
And now the ditches are
Flooded over the back roads
And damn
This stretch of ninety-nine
That takes so many lives
Yeah, one of them was mine
Hand me that lil wallet picture
Nineteen eighty five, one more time
Damn
This stretch of ninety-nine
That takes so many lives
One of them was mine
Hand me that lil wallet picture
Nineteen eighty five, one more time
Underspent, too young, too
I stumbled on-to
A picture of you