If I could write, I'd tell you how much I've missed these nights Where we'd dig around the bones And try to find peace and patches for the holes I lit a cigarette on a parking meter The corner boys told her how I was dyin' to meet her Like a prayer I said on a dead man's knee You drove up like a parade You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos, And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos, And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart straight in my arms Fell straight in my arms And I miss it sometimes Shakin' like a leaf on the corner of Vine But I heard it's alright The radio spoke to a good friend of mine And I can feel it comin' up as the night's gettin' warm I saw your summer dress hangin' on the back of the lawn Like a dream I remember from an easier time With the top rolled down on a Saturday night You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart right in my arms Right in my arms And I always dreamed of cla**ic cars and movie screens And tryin' to find some way to be redeemed Bring a dollar with you, baby In the cold, cold ground You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above, these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart, you fell straight in my arms. You fell straight in my arms.