And I ain't spoke to you in years
And oftentimes, boys from this town
Will pull wheels down and disappear
Miss Cole asked about you
I had no answer to give her
I told her that you moved way out west
and grow a little more bitter
Kids talk about you around here
Like you're some kind of legend
You were eager just like them
If you ever decide to bring
Back to this side of Oklahoma
There'll be a porch light on
from the coast you lean on
You wound up on the wrong side of pity
And oftentimes I pray for you
Is it the goodbyes that haunt you?
Cause you won't stop your running
Till tomorrow's not coming
I heard you landed in Tulsa
Is that the reason you're fleeing
or the dark last December?
Weed out the norm in the Stillwater Strip
If you ever decide to bring
Back to this side of Oklahoma City
from the post you lean on
And of tentimes I pray for you
Is it the goodbyes that haunt you?
Cause you won't stop your running
Till tomorrow's not coming
If you ever decide to bring
Back to this side of Oklahoma City
from the post you leaned on
And oftentimes I pray for you
Is it the goodbyes that haunt you?
Cause you won't stop your running
Till tomorrow's not coming
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