Macon

Pile of postcards across the front yard

All of 'em worried you didn't need the same

It's gettin cold

We're gettin older

If I sound hurried, I ain't running away

I'm only chasing

The paper on the pavement, playing country tunes

Bracing, bracing for the pain I don't see coming soon

Tell me about your day while I lay on top of you

Or sit across from you

I'm hard to watch I know I lost my touch

Cut my hair and then it never grew

Took a Greyhound, then I was southbound

Georgia on my mind right next to you

Round New Jersey I was getting wordy

I'll send a bird to sing "I love you, too"

Wait a week some

You know I'll see you, hon

But I better get there before these papers do

It's always raining

Like the song we love that's double both our ages

Changing like the seasons and their reasons not for staying long

Like the wind, and the tide

Baby you and I can meet in Macon

Get to shakin

Our records playin