Last Summer’s Tailgate

Pack the truck before the dawn breaks through

Austin morning covered in the dew

Four-wheelers loaded in the back

Chasing taillights down a dusty track (mmmmm)

Camping right beside the water's edge

Splashing laughing off the limestone ledge

Little hands that held onto my hand

Writing giant promises in the sand

And the years they roll like river stone

Before you know

it all the birds have flown

But we

still have the summer heat

That Texas dust beneath our feet (yeah)

Empty tents and quiet afternoon

Kids grow up and leave the nest too soon

But in the fading orange of the sky

I still see that happy little light in your eye (ahhhh)

Just a memory

on a gravel road

Carrying that beautiful old load

Austin lake, the quiet pine

Frozen in the hands of time