Streetlights

Streetlights - Jason Isbell/the 400 Unit

Where's that angel with dirty knees

Who wasn't hard to please when we first met

She don't act like she needs me now

And she don't even seem to be upset

Maybe I cover too much ground

I've been from town to town since I grew up

Could my dreams take up too much space

I'll never find a place that's big enough

The chairs go up on the bar now

And the table lights go black

So I order one last double

And start calling people back

Marc sounds good he's been working hard

Couldn't punch a card to save his life

Says he's glad that he quit the road

He says he's getting old he missed his wife

Little em's been asleep since nine

I'm sure she's doing fine she always is

Dad won't answer his phone at night

But I guess that's alright the place is his

The chairs are up on the bar now and they're asking me to leave

So I give the girl a bill and start rolling down my sleeves

In my pocket directions back across

The railroad tracks to where I crash

Maybe I should wave down a car

I won't be going far and I have cash

Think I blocked just a park away

But I can't really say it's been all night

How I wish you would call me here

But you just disappeared it wasn't right

And the streetlights help a little

But they're barely half alive

I don't feel much like walking

And I sure as hell can't drive

Close your eyes and remember this

It won't be back again it's almost gone

Even times that don't seem like much

Will be your only crutch when you're alone

Time moves slow when you're seventeen

And then it picks up steam at twenty one

Pretty soon you'll remember

When you could remember when you loved someone