Adrian Way

She lives up on Adrian Way
An old trailer in the maple trees
Working hard as a heartbeat
That pumps a lazy river to the sea
Won't she get some rest

I won't pretend that she is some angel
I won't pretend I'm a fool to be saved
When I'm lost, she gives bad directions
Like a drunk on the street, eyes crossed
And boots unlaced

But on Adrian Way
You spend each day
Like a dime, for all the stars

She hangs her vest on a cactus she stole from Orchards
And every other pictures upside down
The broken sun spills on some
Of the smoke that tip toes around

And there's old times in the feeling of her touch
Like cracks in the evening road way back home
There's warmth in the patchwork of her laughter
And a cool breath in a soft hum all her own

And on Adrian Way
I know she'll say
All the things I need to hear

Yeah on Adrian Way
You spend each day
Like a dime, for all the stars

And I wish I could stay
I wish I could keep
The feeling of her by my side