Love Never Dies (Live)

There's an old white Chevette with its hood up

And a little man that stares underneath

He's got oil on his hands and an old Harley cap on

He ain't smiling but he's showing his teeth

There's four kids in the car and the littlest is screaming

Red-faced on his mother's stretched ice-denim thighs

On the little man's shirt two skeletons screwing

And the legend "Love Never Dies"

Love never dies, lust loses its shine for sure

Friendship can fade or be forced to a close

Frost follows clear skies in the flatlands I come from

But in this Arkansas truck stop love never dies

The next time I stopped in for coffee

A grey-haired man caught my eye

He says "Son you look like a guitar player

And one shoots and no sows" I add

"I was hitting the road with the Brazos Boys

With Patsy and Hawkshaw and all of the rest

I played pretty good on my Super 400

Though I never was one of the best

I gave old Hawkshaw a Gibson one time

It was a J-200, man, such a sweet neck

And they say it stood up like a country grave marker

Right there in the middle of that plane wreck"

Love never dies, lust loses its shine for sure

Friendship can fade or be forced to a close

Frost follows clear skies in the flatlands I come from

But in this Arkansas truck stop love never dies

He says "I don't play the guitar that much anymore

My wife wanted me back at home

She was tired of wondering about me

She was tired of sleeping alone

We live outside Philadelphia now

I have a nice house, I've had some good luck

But I find myself on this highway still

I'm down here in Arkansas driving this truck"

Frost follows clear skies in the flatlands I come from

But in this Arkansas truck stop love never dies