Stoops and Stories

Remember that diner

down on Fourth and Grand?

We tried to order pie but they had nothing planned (haha)

You dropped your keys right down the cellar grate

And we sat on the curb till it was getting late

Oh, I remember that,

but you left out the part

Where you tried to fish them out and stopped a cop car's

heart (oh boy)

He thought we were trying to break into the vault

And you swore up and down it was the city's fault

We were just killing time,

making a scene

Two side characters living in a movie screen

Laughing on the stoop

while the world rolls by

Underneath a hazy,

big-city sky

Then there was that summer we bought that ancient van

With the painted fenders and the broken cooling fan (whew)

We made it twenty miles before the engine spoke

And we traded a guitar to clear the clouds of smoke

You cried when we left her

by the highway side

But you kept the hubcap for a souvenir of pride (yes you

did) It's still leaning up against your kitchen wall

Looking like a shiny shield that's about to fall

We were just killing time,

making a scene

Two side characters living in a movie screen

Laughing on the stoop

while the world rolls by

Underneath a hazy,

big-city sky (hmmm-mm)

We didn't have a plan,

we didn't need a dime

Just a pocketful of jokes and a lot of time

Still sitting here

as the streetlights glow

Talking 'bout the people that we used to know

(yeah) Just two old friends on a concrete step

Keeping all the promises we actually kept