Shook like a tremor in the passenger seat
Eyes concentrating on the other cars in the street
She could see I was nervous
But she didn't help me at all

I stayed until sunlight then I hit the road
And I made myself promise to never let it grow old
Now it's withered and broken, frail, and turned black at the stems

It's the cigarettes, it's the whiskey on my breath
It's her leaving town, it's the sound

I may have been young, but I still recall
When we'd all park our cars and drink until dawn
We would roll down the windows
And sing about life for a while

Now the bonfires are gone, we've moved to the city
Replaced our stars with streetlights and pity
And I long for the comfort I misused when I was child

It's the cigarettes, it's the whiskey on my breath
It's her leaving town, it's the sound

When all of our money has left us again
I know that you'll be here 'cause you're my best friend
And I'm hoping and praying for this thing to last
But if it can't

She shook like a tremor.