Four, three, two

Old friend, it′s been a whileAnd I ain't spoke to you in years

And often times, boys from this town

Put wheels down and disappear

Miss Cole asked about you just three days back

And I had no answer to give her

Told her that you moved way out West

To write some songs and grow a little more bitter

Kids talk about you around here

Like you′re some kind of legend

I wonder if they know a thousand sunrises ago

You were eager just like them

But if you ever decide to bring your pain and your pride

Back to this side of Oklahoma City

There'll be a porch light on from the post you leaned on

Before we wound up on the wrong side of pity

And often times I pray for you, and often times I don't

Is it the goodbyes that haunt you?

Or the fear of new hellos?

Won′t stay for long ′cause you won't stop your running

Wait for tomorrow ′til tomorrow's not coming

Woo

Heard you landed in Tulsa while he slipped away

Is that the reason you′re fleeing the fields we hauled hay?

Heat this July or the dark last December

Look in my eyes, and you might remember

Weed out in Norman, the Stillwater strip

Run far enough, boy, and you're bound to trip

But if you ever decide to bring your pain and your pride

Back to this side of Oklahoma City

There′ll be a porch light on from the post you leaned on

Before we wound up on the wrong side of pity

And often times I pray for you, and often times I don't

Is it the goodbyes that haunt you?

Or the fear of new hellos?

Never stay long 'cause you won′t stop your running

Wait for tomorrow ′til tomorrow's not coming

Send it

Woo

Here it comes

If you ever decide to bring your pain and your pride

Back to this side of Oklahoma City

There′ll be a porch light on from the post you leaned on

Before we wound up on the wrong side of pity

And often times I pray for you, and often times I don't

Is it the goodbyes that haunt you?

Or the fear of new hellos?

Never stay long ′cause you won't stop your running

Wait for tomorrow ′til tomorrow's not coming