Des Moines

That night in Des Moines The goner'd streets and dying Sunset buildings Cut with Shade We sent our smoke Up through the street lights We sent our prayers out Through an old P.A. That night in Des Moines That night in Des Moines We were too late for supper So we sat at the bar And we drank three beers And we watched the house Filling up with no one But God was listening He cupped his ear That night in Des Moines That night in Des Moines I picked you up at the airport I threw your rig in the back seat And I shook your hand And the heat from the asphalt It was liquid and dancing And we walked to the front door Like a rock 'n' roll band That night in Des Moines That night in Des Moines We slept at your Mom's house We drove east in the darkness Toward a whole new day And the lights on the big trucks Were like gun camera tracers On I-80 at midnight There was nothing to say