I'm Not Going Out Tonight Lyrics - Ode To Thinking - Bobby Long

There is a place where she smiles a lot, 

in the darkened corner of a parking lot, 

before men walked upon the moon 

when you played the swinging doors of a lonely saloon 

She waits for me there 

There is a place where she still goes, 

in the wintery night where her story flows, 

before we all sold our souls for money 

and the jokes we told were still considered funny, 

she waits for me there, 

in the cold hours of the morning with the wind in her hair 

I'm not going out tonight 

until the songs we know are all played inside, 

and the old cars empty rust 

and the CD players start to gather dust 

somewhere only she knows 

in the cheap thrills of the morning 

with the cold spill of my woes 

There is a place where we are together 

where the mountain thyme grows around the heather, 

before the drive-thru cinema died 

and a truthful word replaced with one big lie 

She waits for me there 

There is a place where I last saw her, 

with a hushed out tone and a borrowed fur, 

just as the maps were changed 

I took a wrong turn looking for her golden plain, 

She waits for me there 

in the cold hours of the morning with the wind in her hair 

There is a place, and it's not to be seen 

where the air is young and the water's clean, 

where the juggernaut cut the sailor's scar 

but on the moons above riding a shooting star, 

She waits for me there