Ticket Stub Twilight

A torn-up ticket stub

from last July

Security guard checked our IDs twice and rolled his eyes

He smiled for the story but he meant none of it Now

we're sitting in the truck cab,

shadows lit

With the radio turned down low

We ended up running

down aisle nine

Underneath the fluorescent signs

Looking for cheap wine and something sweet

Two hearts finding rhythm in the concrete street

No plans, nowhere else to go

This is our cheap-date devotion

Cruising with the windows rolled down

Spinning local stations on the dial Small-town magic,

half-price smile

Grocery aisle romance tonight (ooh-yeah)

Just a cheap-date devotion

Underneath the dashboard light (mhmmm)