Tailgate Afterglow

(ahhhh) Tailgate down in the gravel lot

Watching those stadium beams go dark

Leftover glow on a plastic cup

I toast to the ghost of us

And the porch light's on

But it's not for me

Just a slow-burning memory

Oh, I raise my cup to the heavy silence

Underneath these fading county stars

We had the world from a rusted tailgate Now I'm just learning

to live with the scars (ooh-ooh-ooh)

Your keys still hang

by the kitchen door

Footsteps fading on the hardwood floor

I take a sip and let the engine idle

In a town that only knows your arrival

Just a plastic cup on a tailgate... (mmmmm)