First Round

Porcelain angels on your mothers curio The smell of pops stetson knocks you straight down to the floor The Bible sat on spruce, old frames held pictures of you We were lit like a match drenched in alcohol We couldn't burn out We sat intertwined fell in love each time we looked into our eyes but some things change, and it brings me pain to say So long, I'll see you around Gotta go to leave this town Don't you know, I'll keep in touch Don't let go of what we have found In the first round Glenda at the bar just warms my heart when she smiles She's turning fifty-six but she's been living thirty-three for years now Getting old is just as hard when your working the bar seven nights a week If she retires she loses out on stability She says its been worth it, everyday that she's lived When she comes home to see her sweet grandkids And a son who left home a prodigal came back a man So long, I'll see you around Gotta go to leave this town Don't you know, I'll keep in touch Don't let go of what we have found In the first round