Cussing at a Neon Sign

It's a shame you have to go I wish that you could stick around a little longer

I'm not ready to go home I'd rather get another round something a little stronger

Will you tell me once again the story of a little kid in tobacco fields

Cussing at a neon sign and carving up a made-up name in a driving wheel

Every year that got away every word you ever dared to pray that fell apart

Every face you're thinking of every time you thought you fell in love and it broke your heart

Will you tell me 'bout the time a pair of kids were running 'round an apple farm

Smoking Daddy's cigarettes and hiding Mama's garden gloved underneath their arms

And that night you parked a car and listened to the radio by the trestle bridge

And whispered I don't want to go to Sunday school tomorrow and kissing on the lips

The days keep going by it's getting colder

Stay a little while we're getting older

It's a shame you have to go I wish that you could stick around a little longer

I'm not ready to go home I'd rather get another round something a little stronger