Back To Something

[Verse 1]
When I write my letter to you, friend
I'll tell you how it's gonna read
With the lonesome pining of Hesse
Mixed in with Candide

[Chorus]
In the barroom light
You pale just right
A pack of Camel Lights
On a small-town night

[Verse 2]
Well, if I don't make it home by Labor Day
I tell you what I'm gonna miss
The drugs on Summit and the 40 ounces
And my sweet baby Maddie's lips

[Chorus]
Pressed on mine
But girl, I'm making that drive
So warm the bottle of wine
Between your country thighs
And I'll be right on time

[Verse 3]
Seems a bit dishonest to recreate
Any of the good ole times
But if I'm lucky then the scene will seem enough to same
That I can keep up til the morning light

[Chorus]
On the balcony
Till it's just you and me
As the Midwest sleeps
And the cicadas speak

[Outro]
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