You Ain't That Young Kid

On the first night in June In a very crowded room The band was going on When you told me we were done So I couldn't play that song 'Cause I wrote it about you Yeah it always seems to come back to you I don't have to tell you You've heard it all by now I'm just one single voice in a choir You won't hear me anymore Just a bassist thumbing a tune But that rumble reminds me of you All the flash, all the fire All the foggy drinks perspired We were tucked into a booth In a far corner of the room And the music is loud And it's just bringing me down 'Cause I know that I lost you The parking lot was dark And I walked out of the bar Found some folks hanging around And we're on some highway now And the windows are down And I never felt so sad So I just tried not to think about you Oh the final spot of sunlight Dying on the dash On some way too long road with some way too young folks And the man that you knew Honestly wasn't me Tell me honey: who could that be? There's a letter I wrote That I'll never send Where I admit my weakness And I ask to see you again Yeah I heard you were sorry By someone you call a friend In a letter I wrote That I'll never send Now there's ash in my heart Where I used to burn Young voices have vanished The old whispers return But there's no one to hurt me And there's no one to hurt 'Cause there's ash in my heart Where I used to burn Pictures of us dancing From a lifetime, a lifetime ago You in a green dress and I in a tweed vest In a blurry gang of ghosts Pictures of us dancing From a thousand years ago Late enough to kiss you Still too early to go