A beer stain on a jukebox. A tractor in a field. Fire flies on a screen door. A home cooked meal. . Rolling down a dirt road. Listening to a George Strait song.
(Chris Waters/Tom Shapiro). . When I pull in the drive where your car used to be. It doesn't hurt me like it used to. I can walk through the door, and not wonder anymore.
Here's where I should say goodnight. Call me up some other time. A little kiss by the front porch light. That's what I should do. . Anyone with sense at all knows.