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I told the suits down in Denver
There’s an angel living across the state line
They just smiled at me with wonder,
I wish you could have been there so they coulda seen your eyes
And I wish I could make you smile again
As I sit on stage and tell my stories to the audience
But I can’t stay and you can’t move
Your town is so goddam lucky to have you

Somewhere down on Main Street
The birds they circle and they gather around your feet
To maybe hear your song
Or watch you smile as you turn the whole town on
And when darkness hits the sky
All the warmth they need is right there in your eyes

Come to California someday
Come to California someday
Come to California someday
Blow us all away

Last night I went to sleep / Falling in love with your crooked teeth
On my fifth glass of wine
I’ve forgotten everything cept the way I brushed your hair aside
This sky it seems to laugh at me
As I drive away from all my possible destinies
But the western sun is peeking through
Your town is so goddam lucky to have you
Tacoma

I bet the sun is shining down in San Francisco
The place you tell everybody that you’re from,
But you hardly ever get to go
I gave you shelter from the rain, and in exchange,
You sang me to sleep with your songs,
But boy don’t try and kiss me
Cause in the morning you’ll be gone

And it ain’t that I can’t love you, just cause I can’t own ya
It’s just that you belong to the highway, and I belong to Tacoma

Your beard looks rough, your life seems tough
About as tough as your skin
If I reached up and I brushed back your hair
Would you surrender and melt in?
Oh my child, I bet you would,
You look like you ain’t been touched in weeks
And it’s so sad that I know how that feels,
That I know exactly what that means

But the last thing I need is to put my heart
Into the hands of a roamer
Cause you belong to the highway, and I belong to Tacoma

See the rose tattooed on my hip,
See your innocent and inkless skin
The only reason that you’re here at all
Is that I fell in love with one of your songs

So make your way, back to the couch and stay
There for the rest of the night
Even if I get weak and I call out your name
Please don’t come to my side

Remember me soft and sweet
With all the kindness that I’ve shown ya
Cause you belong to the highway, and I belong to Tacoma
© John Craigie 2007

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