Memories...

I've been living in the city
For too many years now
Trying to find my own way
Gotta be somebody somehow
Don't know where I'm going
But I remember where I've been
I've only got the future,
This old journal and a pen.
Making notes
Trying to remember my life
And how it used to be...

There may have been no highways
Just some old dirt roads
We met at the firehouse
Wearing our faded jeans and boots
Our flannel shirts to keep us warm

We drove out to the coop
I had my first beer there
Natty light keg surrounded by a group
Telling stories
Passing time
No work tomorrow
No deadlines

Freshman days and Senior friends
Singing by the fire
Don Mclean's 'merican Pie
Stars not faded by city lights
Bales lit by kerosene to keep us warm

There were no guitars
No sappy love songs
Just Cash or Strait
Or even McGraw
Playing all night long
The radio was blasting
We tried to sing along

Freshman days and Senior friends
Singing by the fire
Don Mclean's 'merican Pie
Stars not faded by city lights
Bales lit by kerosene to keep us warm

The fire died
The keg ran dry
We made our way to bed
We slept in tents
On the ground
Surrounded by our friends

There we had our first kisses
We broke all the rules
We enjoyed each night
We drove home in the morning light
Embers on the fire
Memories to keep us Warm

I've been living in the city
For too many years now
Trying to find my own way
Gotta be somebody somehow
Don't know where I'm going
But I remember where I've been
I've only got the future,
This old journal and a pen.
Making notes
Trying to remember my life
And how it used to be...


Freshman days and Senior friends
Singing by the fire
Don Mclean's 'merican Pie
Stars not faded by city lights
Bales lit by kerosene to keep us warm