Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
Streetlights
Where's that angel with dirty knees
Who wasn't hard to please when we first met?
She don't act like she needs me now
She don't even seem to be upset

Maybe I cover too much ground
I've been from town to town since I grew up
Could my dreams take up too much space?
I'll never find a place that's big enough

And the chairs go up on the bar now
And the table lights go black
So I order one last double
And start calling people back

Mark sounds good, he's been working hard
He couldn't punch a card to save his life
Says he's glad that he quit the road
He says he's gettin' old, he missed his wife

Little Em's been asleep since nine
I'm sure she's doing fine, she always is
Dad won't answer his phone at night
But I guess that's alright, the place is his

And the chairs are up on the bar now
And they're asking me to leave
So I give the girl a bill
And start rolling down my sleeves
In my pocket, directions back
Across the railroad tracks to where I crash
Maybe I should wave down a car
I won't be going far and I've got cash

I think I blocked just a park away
But I can't really say, it's been all night
How I wish you would call me here
But you just disappeared, it wasn't right

And the streetlights help a little
But they're barely half alive
And I don't feel much like walking
And I sure as hell can't drive

Close your eyes and remember this
It won't be back again, it's almost gone
Even times that don't seem like much
Will be your only crutch when you're alone

Time moves slow when you're seventeen
And then it picks up steam at twenty-one
Pretty soon you'll remember when
You could remember when you loved someone