Supermarket Line

You are hammer, you are nails
Spare change piled up on the nightstand
I am half drunk water glasses on the coffee table top

You are snap shirts over t-shirts
Long hair tucked under your felt hat
I am stories scratched on napkins, all the things that I forgot
All the things that I forgot

I am seventeen and leaving
Twenty-one and almost gone
You are eighteen with a ring just waiting on the time
To be together on the backroads
Together at the movies
Together buying groceries in the supermarket line
In the supermarket line

For all the things that ain't worth taking chances
For all we lost that wasn't worth the fight
You are strong arms wrapped around my shoulders
And we are swaying to the band at the bar on Friday night
We are swaying to the band at the bar on Friday night

You are six eggs over easy coffee black and keep it coming
I am wild plums in a bucket in the heat of August air
You are that green Chevy that we bought when we had nothing
I am all the windows rolled down and tangling up my hair
You are tangling up my hair

I am seventeen and leaving
Twenty-one and almost gone
You are eighteen with a ring just waiting on the time
To be together on the backroads
Together at the movies
Together buying groceries in the supermarket line
In the supermarket line

You are generations of people leaving town
I am horses and hay crops in the field
You were not supposed to be the one to stick around
Then again I never really meant to leave here
Then again we never really meant to leave here

You are two fingers of whiskey I'm a glass of cheap red wine
And we are standing with our bottles in the supermarket line
In the supermarket line