Blue Receipt Tears

Sitting on the porch facing a two-lane dark

Watching headlights bend around the park

Kid selling water to the idling cars

Underneath a ceiling of fading stars

(mhmmm) He keeps the paper from the corner store

Blue receipt from a purchase before

No real reason to hold the ink

Just a way to pause and think

Oh, we hold on to the smallest things

To the paper scraps and the copper rings

In the quiet of a two-lane town

We keep what we found

We keep what we found

Blue paper fading in a closed fist For the moments that we

almost missed

Oh, we hold on to the smallest things

To the paper scraps and the copper rings (hold on) In the

quiet of a two-lane town

We keep what we found We keep what we found

Blue

receipt in the dark...