447 Florence Lane, I drive by every now and then
Think about stopping in, then I think again
Those memories roll around in my head
I can see that room, I can see that bed
I wanna turn in that drive, instead
I don't pull in, I can't pull in
'Cause there's always his truck in the yard
His box body four by four, since you don't need me anymore
And if I knocked on your door I'd be crazy
Grass didn't have a chance to grow where my 35's used to sit before
It's killing me to know you ain't my baby
It's just always his truck in the yard
Thought if I gave you time, some night had to ride on by
See a light on inside and call you up
Guess you didn't have none to waste
Seems just like yesterday
I was parking in that same place to pick you up
Now I can't pick you up
'Cause there's always his truck in the yard
His box body four by four, since you don't need me anymore
And if I knocked on your door I'd be crazy
Grass didn't have a chance to grow where my 35's used to sit before
It's killing me to know you ain't my baby
It's just always his truck in the yard
His box body four by four, since you don't need me anymore
And if I knocked on your door I'd be crazy
Grass didn't have a chance to grow where my 35's used to sit before
It's killing me to know you ain't my baby
It's just always his truck in the yard
Yeah
There's always his truck in the yard
There's always his truck in the yard