River Washed Hair

Remember when we'd sit around an ol' fire

And you'd get your guitar out to sing

We'd sing CCR, "Jersey Giant," "Don't Look Back in Anger"

Or anything by Bruce Springsteen

Back when ol' Anna would throw her ol' hands up

With her face framed by the fire

And it got so late, we'd take hits from a joint

Mistake shootin' stars for telephone wire

And now I've grown partial to havin' a heart full

Of memories, I cannot bear

The girls in summer clothes and Lord knows the soft scent

Of her long, dark, river-washed hair

And I think I might pack a bag in the night

Find me some small town out west

Start over, find closure and just say, "I'm sorry"

To that sweet girl who tore off that dress

The way the moon's crestin' over green pines

Restin' next to that coastline I rode

It made me think of you in the dirt out in Santa Fe

And all of the good times I stole

Remember when Shawn was drunk quotin' Kerouac

Remember when Steve quit the band

I don't know nothin', but if I knew somethin'

I'd know that I've helped all I can

I think it's about time that I sever it

You've never looked more needy or desperate

And I've never been more worried about

The state of the world, angry girl

The time just stays passin', I think of my dad

When the Army and Navy game's on

And every night, I wonder if he's proud of the man

Who threw fists that late night in his lawn

I don't like bein' famous, they tame you, then paint you

Someone that you've never been

And I'm pissed that my mama can't see me singin'

For this crowd out in deep Michigan

And I'll leave you with somethin', don't leave with nothin'

Be safe on your long drive home

There ain't nothin' in this poor man's apartment

Apart from bein' alone

And I wish you were around this time of year

Every time they drop that ball

Drinkin' parkin' lot beers while the fire disappears

Over Times Square and Webster Hall