Pretty Girl In A Small Town - Jeffrey Foucault

We used to walk to get away

There was nowhere you could stay

Save your red ears, fingers flushed

Lay them on the back of my neck

Tea with honey, tell me who

Bent the branch inside of you?

A dark and silent waiting in your eyes

Promise me you’ll never do it

Pretty girl in a small town

No one likes to see you down

Or hold your head too high or ever say goodbye

Once you’ve been the homecoming queen

I used to wait to see your lights

Run my wall those late spring nights

When nothing else was real as trying

To keep your heart above high water