Good Coat, Third Row

I still got the dust of that old highway

Underneath my fingernails tonight But this wood and wire in my hands

Is shining in the stage light (hmmmm)

Three years of diners and diesel smoke

To make it to this wooden circle floor

And I look out past the spotlight beam

To the place I was playing for

And there you are in the third row

Sitting in your good warm coat

Looking at this beat-up guitar

And every single line I ever wrote

(oh mother)

We lived on faith and casseroles

With a map spread on the passenger seat

Now the miles are just a memory

Underneath our feet

There you are

in the third row

Wearing your Sunday good coat

We shared the dust and the long road

And every single note (yeah)

Your good coat...

Look at us

now