Numbers On A Mailbox

Box fan singing ain't touching that July heat

Fly swatter hanging on a nail by the Crisco grease

Push mower fighting that grass

Daddy damning that price of gas

Number 2 pencil on the wall, 'bout four-foot-three

The Young and Restless on an outta-style TV

I swore when I turned eighteen

I was running away from these

Numbers on a mailbox

Oil stain on a driveway

A little red-brick screen-door porch

Backed up to the highway

Dandelions in a clay pot

Chevy growing on cinder blocks

'Til you miss the way it was

You don't know it all adds up

To numbers on a mailbox

No matter how long I been gone, I still call it home

Like them pray for rain numbers on a post I still hold on

To the life on that two-lane

Where Mama's still got the same

Numbers on a mailbox

Oil stain on a driveway

Little red-brick screen-door porch

Backed up to the highway

Dandelions in a clay pot

Chevy growing on cinder blocks

'Til you miss the way it was

You don't know it all adds up

To numbers on a mailbox

Last thing I see pulling out

First thing I see pulling in

Every time I leave 'em

Can't wait to get back to them

Numbers on a mailbox

Oil stain on a driveway

A little red-brick screen-door porch

Backed up to the highway

Dandelions in a clay pot

Chevy growing on cinder blocks

'Til you miss the way it was

You don't know it all adds up

When I can't find the truth

I go back to 3982