Raymond's in his Sunday best,. He's usually up to his chest in oil an' grease.. There's the Martin's walkin' in,. With that mean little freckle-faced kid,.
He was begging by the mini mart. Who'da guessed he had a purple heart. Scars underneath his bearded chin?. I bet you don't remember him. . 'Cause you were running 20 minutes late.
I have found my calling. The mission's all too clear. The voice I hear inside me. Is louder than the fear. I follow the bright lights. Into the dark nights.
Imitation leather, pink Naugahyde. Two inch tear down the left-hand side. Came from daddy's pocketknife, that wasn't my fault. Moved along with us everywhere we went.
Ran across a friend of mine. Hadn't seen since eleventh grade. Saw our name on the marquee sign. And stopped in to hear us play. . He said, Man, it's been a few years.
Last week you told me our love was goin' south. So I tried to follow it I tried to track you down. Thought I caught wind of it outside of San Antone. But it was just a ghost so I kept right on goin'.