i still hear the ghost trains in these woods. i used to live here. and i came back like i said i would. i bet the trees and bees surely noticed, the comin' and goin' of another year. god damn, another year.
now i can't hug you goodbye, if you're covered in bees, but it's okay it's alright, i never cared much for that word anyway.
now i'm sittin' on top of this 82' chevy rust machine, like most evenings, and i'm watchin' the lightnin' weave through the meteorology, and the country station's tellin' me it's gonna rain. but oh, i know. don't i know. lord i know...
now i can't play our goodbye song if you aint taught me the chords, but it's okay, it's alright, i think i'll be comin' this way a time or two more.