Pickup

December 6, 2006

Thought I was walking down that old dirt road forever
With the holes in my shoes letting the sun hit my toes
Eyes line up my foot as I kick the rocks along the way
Letting the blues slip away, because if you don’t it just grows

You stopped your daddy’s pickup truck and I looked up
All I could see was the white outlined Chevrolet
Picked me up not knowing I was down on my luck
Asked me to go down to the tracks and spend the day

We sat on that grassy hill and watched the trains
Rollin’ in and out and bridged over the river wide
Thinking it can’t be the only way out of this town
Just meeting, you had rules but didn’t make me abide

Dreamt away the afternoon with your head on my chest
Proving things can change, that it’s all in my head
The last whistle signaling the entrance of nightfall
It didn’t wake you so I kissed your eyelid instead

Grabbing my hand you said let’s get out of here
Even if it’s just to cross that county line soon
Told you of a place just up the road with a lake
That’s big enough to hold the reflection of the moon

We watched to stars being born in the bed of that truck
And you looked up at me and told me you were mine
My heart skipped a beat even though I knew you were lying
If I could make it, I thought in the morning I would be fine