Green Bottle #6

Moonbeams through headlights fall over backroads
Trumpet low on the stereo
Not too cold now
And those pistons moan now
And the late ride home goes still in the chill
Well, it makes me reminisce

Backyard dogs cry wolf
Big rigs shift in low gear
Shotguns pop in the grove
My grundig talks in stale voices
Wish they'd play some billie holiday
Well I thought of you
I thought of you
Oh, I think of you

Wives' tales through bird's trees
Gaze down on my leaves
I rake them up by the bunch
Darkness falls now, 'bout 5 o clock and then that
Cold crisp air comes creeping through the woods
Well, it makes me think of you

Arms lie through fingerprints
Smeared over your blouse
Let's do them up once again
Years gone by now, I think I'll cry now
Lucky summer lost in the ease
Well I thought of you
I think of you
Oh, I'll think of you