Don't Forget To Write

I try to convince myself that we weren't like that but we were so young but so old, and our friendship it has curled into memories, and this road my shadow walked a thousand times, and this city has a certain fondness on me. And this road my shadows danced a thousand nights, and this city has a certain fondness on me. A feeling I can't explain, bluegrass never felt so good. Yeah something's in the air and it's got me by the throat. With her hand upon my heart and my hand upon her breast we see the moon at journey's end and the train tracks at midnight.