Old friend, it's been a while,
and I ain't spoke to you in years
And oftentimes boys from this town
put the wheels down and disappear
Miss Cole asked about you
I had no answer to give her
I told her that you moved way out West
And grow a little more bitter
KIds talk about you around here
like you're some kind of legend
I wonder if they know a thousand sunrises ago
you were eager just like them?
If you ever decide to bring your pain
And your pride back to this side
from the post you leaned on
'Fore you wound up on the wrong side of pity
And oftentimes I pray for you
Is it the goodbyes that haunt you,
'cause you won't stop your running
Wait for tomorrow 'til tomorrow's not coming
Heard you landed in Tulsa
Is that the reason you're fleeing
the fields we hauled hay?
Heat this July or the dark last December
Look in my eyes and you might remember
Weed out in Norman, the Stillwater strip
If you ever decide to bring your pain
And your pride back to this side
from the post you leaned on
'Fore you wound up on the wrong side of pity
And oftentimes I pray for you
Is it the goodbyes that haunt you,
'cause you won't stop your running
Wait for tomorrow 'til tomorrow's not coming
If you ever decide to bring your pain
And your pride back to this side
from the post you leaned on
'Fore you wound up on the wrong side of pity
And oftentimes I pray for you
Is it the goodbyes that haunt you,
'cause you won't stop your running
Wait for tomorrow 'til tomorrow's not coming
