6.White Lines
You told everything would be better out of Athens, so I quit my
job and hitch hiked half the way.
We met up in Seattle but our dreams turned in to ashes, sorry
things ended up that way.
Now the rolling hills and badlands, and golden plains of Kansas
seem to ease my mind cause I'd have
liked to stayed
But the sun sinks down behind me and with the city lights that I
see, now I understand that there was no
other way.
And I'm leaving you this number, and it's seven fifty, Mountain
Standard Time.
Cause I just pulled into Denver on a train they call the Zephyr.
I'll be here four an hour the bus loads up at nine.
The memories and music that we made inside our bedroom keep
playin like a rerun after dark.
And words you whispered softly on our downtown rooftop balcony
send a shiver when think of what it
cost.
And after seventeen long months of drinking our self-loathing,
seemed the best thing left to do was run
away
And the dream of sewing patches on our faded denim courtship has
left me tattered and feeling rather
frayed
Cause I'm leaving you this number, and its 6 p.m. here central
standard time Cause I just pulled in from
Tulsa on a greyhound bound for Georgia
I'll be here for an hour, This is my last dime.
The Mississippi's wide and the Chattahoochee's muddy, and I'm
starting to believe that I am home.
But I still miss you desperately and want you to be next to me
but I still can't seem to reach you on the
phone
With the road out in the distance and the painful hour of
patience gets me wishin I was lying in your bed
But the chirping of the crickets and the smell of Diesel engines
keeps me focused on going home instead
And I can't leave you any number and it's one A.M. there Pacific
Standard time
Cause I just hitchhiked to Athens and all the way from east
Atlanta
I think now I am over- you this is my last time.
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