Streetlights - Jason Isbell and The 400 Unit

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.

Couldn’t punch a card to save his life

Says he’s glad that he quit the road, he says he’s getting 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

The chairs are up on the bar now and they’re asking me to leave

So I give the girl a bill and 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 have 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, it wasn’t right

And the streetlights help a little, but they’re barely half alive

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