Made the long trip home today, you cried as I drove away
Asked me where the planes go, I pretend like I know
Sometimes I get nervous thinking about how true love is something you can’t reverse
I’m scared ‘cause I’ve come now too far to turn back on Arizona
Blastin’ “Yellow Datsun”, these warm night twist-ties
The mark on your bottom lip, honey, that’s my target
Progressive learning at this Scottsdale drive-in
Asked me where the planes go, I pretend like I know in Arizona
Our states were on fire, just like you and I were
Had fuel but we were flame bit, like an Arizona sunset
You took my hand, led me to be a good man
Propped me up to grow straight, these restrictions I love and hate in Arizona
Well now I see that there are things you don’t wanna share, but you do
Well now I see that the things you don’t want to share are the ones that mean the most to me
credits
from Oh to Trade Nothing for Everything,
released April 26, 2013
Eric Reed - singing, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, bass
Rick Lovelady - additional guitar, AND SINGING
(Ricks singing on this song was accidentally left out of the credits on the physical copies. I apologize for that mistake.)
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