She was just a girl from the mitten. And I was chasing pills with power chords. She learned every word to every song I ever wrote but I was too fucked up to give it any thought.
She was much too young to waste her time believing songs. But she insisted that she join us on the tour. I told her every girl left disappointed in the end. I might have laughed when she said she could love me more.
Sign my name in dirt and let the rain come. Gravel, gravel road take me home.
We lived off fast food and faster liquor. We made love in abandoned parking lots. She made her way into every song that I would write and I got into bigger bars and bigger shots. She mouthed the words when I forgot the lyrics. Tried to wrestle my corruptions to the floor. There were other venues, other towns and other women and I wondered if they could love me more.
She got off the bus in New York City. And I got off the pills in Albany. When we got off each other I spent six months in Vancouver, and the band moved on to Calgary without me.
I'm still holding onto song-believers. I'm still holding onto Michigan. Sign my name in dirt and let the rain come. Gravel, gravel road take me home.
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