ONE DAY ROAD

You’re a matchbox kid with a burnt out locket
Put it in the ashtray next to the radio
And turn your head toward home

Leave the whiskey in the stone glass, the cork in the bottle
Save it in the glove box for our One Day Road
And forget what I’ve done

For now you are here
For now you are mine, mine, mine
And your shoes and your socks can be left outside
I want your footprint, baby, on my hardwood floor
I want your rapping rusty knuckles on my bedroom door
I want radio, I want One Day Road, I want soul

You’re an alley cat dancer with a blue imagination
Hide it in the cellar next to the radio
And turn your head toward home

Leave the needle off the record, the song in the speakers
Take it out the jukebox for our One Day Road
And forget what I’ve done

If you can, suppress the memories
Or hold on to what could be
Or take a chance in not knowing how this will go
Either way, the sun will rise

And you will be here
You will be mine, mine, mine
Your shoes and your socks can be left outside
I want your footprint, baby, on my hardwood floor
I want your rapping rusty knuckles on my bedroom door
I want radio, I want One Day Road, I want soul

Grow old, grow old on One Day Road
Grow old, grow old on One Day Road
Growing old
Growing old

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