Memorial Drive
Sweat stains and raw tobacco, we're out here racing trains.
No sense in driving slow, I'll take you home in summer rain.
Western lightning, eastern born,
There's something in a summer night that turns into an autumn morn'.
FM says, "Oh, Maria if you'da known me when."
I hear that thunder roaring down the beach and back again.
Western lightning, eastern born,
The kids are coming out tonight to take it all and ask for more.
Always. We're always waiting, contemplating
Which road's got cops in the dark.
And are you okay where you are?
Me, I'm most alive on Memorial Drive.
Red light in late September, dogs howling at the moon.
Tom's waiting at the bar, he calls me up, says, "See you soon."
Western lightning, eastern born,
Once you're here, you never leave. You'll bury me in eastern shores.
Always. We're always waiting, contemplating
Which road's got cops in the dark.
And are you okay where you are?
Me, I'm most alive on Memorial Drive.
It's four lanes and street signs,
And oncoming headlights.
And me, and my baby, and all of the maybes.
It's me, and my baby, and all of the maybes.
It's me, and my baby, and all of the maybes
That get me where I'm going.
Always. We're always waiting, contemplating...
Always. We're always waiting, contemplating
Which road's got cops in the dark.
And are you okay where you are?
Me, I'm most alive on Memorial Drive.
Memorial Drive...
No sense in driving slow, I'll take you home in summer rain.
Western lightning, eastern born,
There's something in a summer night that turns into an autumn morn'.
FM says, "Oh, Maria if you'da known me when."
I hear that thunder roaring down the beach and back again.
Western lightning, eastern born,
The kids are coming out tonight to take it all and ask for more.
Always. We're always waiting, contemplating
Which road's got cops in the dark.
And are you okay where you are?
Me, I'm most alive on Memorial Drive.
Red light in late September, dogs howling at the moon.
Tom's waiting at the bar, he calls me up, says, "See you soon."
Western lightning, eastern born,
Once you're here, you never leave. You'll bury me in eastern shores.
Always. We're always waiting, contemplating
Which road's got cops in the dark.
And are you okay where you are?
Me, I'm most alive on Memorial Drive.
It's four lanes and street signs,
And oncoming headlights.
And me, and my baby, and all of the maybes.
It's me, and my baby, and all of the maybes.
It's me, and my baby, and all of the maybes
That get me where I'm going.
Always. We're always waiting, contemplating...
Always. We're always waiting, contemplating
Which road's got cops in the dark.
And are you okay where you are?
Me, I'm most alive on Memorial Drive.
Memorial Drive...
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Writer(s): Sean Michael Tobin
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