Lyrics

It's dinner in the yard
Out behind the cars
Tonight we're gonna do something different
I will make the things
That I know how to make
You make something more delicious
Sweet potato pie
On a flimsy paper plate
Baby I don't think it gets much better
There isn't much to keep
We lay down and fall asleep
'Till the morning comes around
To find us
I still keep with me little memories
The ones that stay around
Are the most bittersweet
I know it's getting late
The night is full such mistakes
I was hoping that you might
Want talk to me
The card table outside still sits there
It's been so long
They barely holds together
You can't really say
What's coming tomorrow
You can only feel the changing weather
Someday I'll not recall
If you were there at all
Maybe it was something like a dream
If there isn't much to keep
Tonight I hope I fall asleep
'Till the morning comes around
To find me
I still keep with me little memories
The ones that stay around
Are the most bittersweet
I know it's getting late
The night is full such mistakes
I was hoping that you might
Want talk to me
Written by: Daniel Binkley
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