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| "Streetlights" Written by Jason Isbell Where's that angel with dirty knees Who wasn't hard to please when we first met? She don't act like she needs me now And she don't even seem to be upset Maybe I cover too much ground I've been from town to town since I grew up Could my dreams take up too much space I'll never find a place that's big enough The chairs go up on the bar now And the table lights go black So I order one last double And start calling people back Marc sounds good, he's been working hard He couldn't punch a card to save his life Said he's glad that he quit the road He said he's gettin' old, he missed his wife Little Em's been asleep since nine I'm sure she's doing fine, she always is Dad won't answer his phone at night But I guess that's alright, the place is his And the chairs are up on the bar now And they're asking me to leave So I give the girl a bill Ad start rolling down my sleeves In my pocket, directions back Across the railroad tracks to where I crash Maybe I should wave down a car I won't be going far and I've got cash Think I blocked just a park away But I can't really say, it's been all night How I wish you would call me here But you just disappeared and it wasn't right And the streetlights help a little But they're barely half alive And I don't feel much like walking And I sure as hell can't drive Close your eyes and remember this It won't be back again, it's almost gone Even times that don't seem like much Will be your only crutch when you're alone Time moves slow when you're seventeen And then it picks up steam at twenty-one Pretty soon you'll remember when You could remember when you loved someone |     |
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