Folded at the Corner

Easy rider on the highway

Station wagon going slow

Windows open, you are basking

In the bluegrass radio, mm

It is easy now to see you

With your hand out on the wind

I keep this folded at the corner

So that I could not forget

Folded at the corner

So that I could not forget

Mm-mm

Pink azaleas by your driveway

Shade our leisurely goodbyes

In your terry cotton sweater

With your arm sweeping the sky

It was then I had a knowing

You were waving 'til the bend

I keep this folded at the corner

So that I could not forget

Folded at the corner

So that I could not forget

Hm-mm

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, mm-mm

Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

11 miles on an off day

In your shadow 'til the coast

Past the surf and whitewashed beaches

Under cypress trees and smoke, mm

Carved like lovers into driftwood

On this moment, I depend

I keep this folded at the corner

So that I could not forget

Folded at the corner

So that I could not forget

Folded at the corner

So that I could not forget