Green Bottle #6

Moonbeams through headlights fall over backroads

Trumpet low on the stereo

Not too cold now

And those pistons moan now

And the late ride home goes still in the chill

Well, it makes me reminisce

Backyard dogs cry wolf

Big rigs shift in low gear

Shotguns pop in the grove

My grundig talks in stale voices

Wish they'd play some billie holiday

Well I thought of you

I thought of you

Oh, I think of you

Wives' tales through bird's trees

Gaze down on my leaves

I rake them up by the bunch

Darkness falls now, 'bout 5 o clock and then that

Cold crisp air comes creeping through the woods

Well, it makes me think of you

Arms lie through fingerprints

Smeared over your blouse

Let's do them up once again

Years gone by now, I think I'll cry now

Lucky summer lost in the ease

Well I thought of you

I think of you

Oh, I'll think of you