Other Streets, Other Towns

The whippoorwills were crying in the falling rain

Far away a whistle hailed a passing train

Out in the country summer was almost gone

The fields were turning rusty and the hills were turning brown

Now I think of you when summer stars are on the rise

I think of you with a bottle of wine and lazy eyes

Playing rock and roll songs on an old guitar

Getting drunk and sleeping out in my backyard

Now sometimes I just lie awake and I hear the wind

Blowing through the seasons of my heart again

My dreams are mostly lost and found on other streets, in other towns

But babe, you know, I still look out for you

The cars were all abandoned on the city streets

When snow had left us stranded then we used our feet

And wound up drinking whiskey in a crowded bar

And now when it starts storming I wonder where you are

'Cause you said that I was crazy to believe in you

You said to never trust a man who sings the blues

Well trust and that old guitar was all you'd ever need

If you found a way to love the girl in me

Other boys I knew were just like shiny dimes

Tossed and spent, they came and went a hundred times

Nothing was as rough on me as giving up on you

Now it seems like every bar in town's got boys who sing the blues