John Calvin Abney - South Yale Special Lyrics

South Yale Special
Corner diner, coffee and gin,
the boulevard where 11th ends,
the South Yale Special,
make sure to grab a booth,
and clear the cobwebs and antiques of our youth.

The places gone, those people grown,
mama, I'm a mountain, not a stepping stone,
but I'll lift you up
when you need me to.
And I had a feeling that you always knew.

turquoise blue, tortoise red,
the Front Range looks like you in bed,
horizon curved around
snowy sheets,
with the sun going down like your eyes when I leave.

Is there scripture that foretold,
an ending time of a love so old,
or is time a rope,
slipping from our hands?
We could fly the plane but we never learned to land.

Left Baton Rouge for Texarkan,
put on my hat and stepped out the van,
you were in my truck,
I was in denial,
we took the long way, two lane, single file.

Northwest whispers, southwest speaks,
the northeast calls, and the southeast peaks,
every highway has
a voice in the dust,
it ain't calling to me, mama, it's calling for us.

I've got a head full of fire,
and a heart wrapped in razor wire,
you put out those flames,
you cleaned up my cuts,
so why the hell does this hurt so much?

Lipstick, earrings, and painted eyes,
put on your shoes and walk outside,
and lift your head,
because mama, it's all-new,
look around for someone looking at you.

No bank account, no storied fame,
traded days, or a prefixed name,
can take from you,
whatever you regret,
so honey, do you know me or did you just forget?
honey, do you know me or did you just forget?
honey, do you know me or did you just forget?