Four, three, two
Old friend, it's been a while
And I ain't spoke to you in years
And often times, boys from this town
Put wheels down and disappear
Miss Cole asked about you just three days back
And I had no answer to give her
Told her that you moved way out West
To write some songs and grow a little more bitter
Kids talk about you around here
Like you're some kind of legend
I wonder if they know a thousand sunrises ago
You were eager just like them
But if you ever decide to bring your pain and your pride
Back to this side of Oklahoma City
There'll be a porch light on from the post you leaned on
Before we wound up on the wrong side of pity
And often times I pray for you, and often times I don't
Is it the goodbyes that haunt you?
Or the fear of new hellos?
Won't stay for long 'cause you won't stop your running
Wait for tomorrow 'til tomorrow's not coming
Woo
Heard you landed in Tulsa while he slipped away
Is that the reason you're fleeing the fields we hauled hay?
Heat this July or the dark last December
Look in my eyes, and you might remember
Weed out in Norman, the Stillwater strip
Run far enough, boy, and you're bound to trip
But if you ever decide to bring your pain and your pride
Back to this side of Oklahoma City
There'll be a porch light on from the post you leaned on
Before we wound up on the wrong side of pity
And often times I pray for you, and often times I don't
Is it the goodbyes that haunt you?
Or the fear of new hellos?
Never stay long 'cause you won't stop your running
Wait for tomorrow 'til tomorrow's not coming
Send it
Woo
Here it comes
If you ever decide to bring your pain and your pride
Back to this side of Oklahoma City
There'll be a porch light on from the post you leaned on
Before we wound up on the wrong side of pity
And often times I pray for you, and often times I don't
Is it the goodbyes that haunt you?
Or the fear of new hellos?
Never stay long 'cause you won't stop your running
Wait for tomorrow 'til tomorrow's not coming