Sun on the hillsides,
the river tells the trains to ride on,
like they're racing that going sun.
The main drag knocks along,
summer dames take their dresses for a walk
down on the courthouse lawn;
and I walk the long mile of the exile,
I guess I always will.
Now the sun slides on the westside
down behind the hills.
It's been a lonesome song of a day.
I'd just as soon dodge the moon
as I'd try and dodge the thought of you,
everyday's a song and you're the proof.
It wasn't so long ago
when you put me out of doors
with nothing but a suitcase full of poems.
You said I was sunlight at midnight...
a poet with the sea on my lips.
You said my life rhymes with the lonesome lines
that drip from my fingertips.
It's been a lonesome song of a day.
There's a book I been meaning to write,
about how my words are the proof that I'm alive,
but it would take me ten lifetimes.
So until I lay down for good,
I'm gonna live each day the way I should,
like it's the best song I've ever heard.
You said I was sunlight at midnight...
a poet with the sea on my lips.
And now the sun slides on the westside
down behind the hills.
And it's a lonesome song of a day.