| Well, the grasses are swaying, the sun’s going down
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| Music is playing, you’re waving through town
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| Pull into the driveway, toss it in park
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| Stare out of the windshield, out into the world
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| It was all for the love of a wayward girl
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| Who left you with a second place smile and a broken heart
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| And the streetlights are starting to flicker to life
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| They glow for a minute then they get bright
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| Fireflies light up, circle and spark
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| There’s nothing really that you can do
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| Put your hands in your pockets and try to get through
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| The distance between the daylight and the dark
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| And the front porch flags lie themselves down
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| Like forgotten soldiers and old wedding gowns
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| In closets unopened and graves without any marks
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| As the night curtains lower behind the rooftops
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| Shadows dance across the sidewalks
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| And ricochet off of the houses like pieces of art
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| Then you mind is reeling as the sky is changing
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| All you’re feeling and you’re re-arranging
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| The rest of your life like lines on an old sailors chart
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| You climb back in and fire the ignition
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| Put your hands on the wheel, head into the distance
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| The distance between the daylight and the dark |