Old friend, it's been awhile, and I ain't spoke to you in years
And often times boys from this town put wheels down and disappear
Mrs. Cole asked about you just three days back
I had no answer to give her
I told her that you moved way out West to write some songs
And grow a little more bitter
Kids talk about you around here like you're some kind of legend
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 of Oklahoma City
There'll be a porch light on from the post you leaned on
'Fore you wound up on the wrong side of pity
And often times I pray for you and often times I don't
Is it the goodbyes that haunt you, the fear of new hellos?
Won't stay for long 'cause you won't stop your running
Wait for tomorrow 'til tomorrow's not coming

(Mr. Lucas Ruge-Jones)

Heard you landed in Tulsa while he slipped away
Is that the reason your 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
Run far enough boy, and you're bound to trip

If you ever decide to bring your pain and your pride
Back to this side of Oklahoma City
Be a porch light on from the post you leaned on
'Fore you wound up on the wrong side of pity
And often times I pray for you and often times I don't
Is it the goodbyes that haunt you, the fear of new hellos?
Won't stay for long 'cause you won't stop your running
Wait for tomorrow 'til tomorrow's not comin'

If you ever decide to bring your pain and your pride
Back to this side of Oklahoma City
Be a porch light on from the post you leaned on
'Fore you wound up on the wrong side of pity
And often times I pray for you and often times I don't
Is it the goodbyes that haunt you, the fear of new hellos?
Won't stay for long 'cause you won't stop your running
Wait for tomorrow 'til tomorrow's not comin'

(It's pretty cold up here, my guitar went crazy out of tune)
(But we're still doin' it)
(Everyone feelin' okay?)
(Not freezin' to bad?)
(That's real nice)
(I'm so sorry we're having you guys bare through this this evenin')