Lyrics
Across the Baptist parking lot I met you in a bar
Tried to guess your middle name
Desiree wasn't my first thought
You laughed and rolled your eyes
When I talked about your blues
Tried not to stumble
In my half lit square toed boots
You came back to Boyd Street
But you slept on your side
Gave me our first good night kiss
And kicked me when I'd try
We'd wake up but neither one of us would wanna leave
Find a song to sing along
In a Sunday backroad jeep
I quit doing all the things that I'm not too good at
Gave up drinking alcohol and life got better fast
You're still that same angel that you were to me back then
Damn if I don't miss you
When you go out with your friends
I think about the light we lit one night in that bar
As I cross the Baptist parking lot to go and get the car