Des Moines Letra

Cut with Shade
We sent our smoke
Up through the street lights
We sent our prayers out
Through an old P.A.

That night in Des Moines

That night in Des Moines
We were too late for supper
So we sat at the bar
And we drank three beers

And we watched the house
Filling up with no one
But God was listening
He cupped his ear

That night in Des Moines

That night in Des Moines
I picked you up at the airport
I threw your rig in the back seat
And I shook your hand

And the heat from the asphalt
It was liquid and dancing
And we walked to the front door
Like a rock 'n' roll band
That night in Des Moines

That night in Des Moines
We slept at your Mom's house
We drove east in the darkness
Toward a whole new day

And the lights on the big trucks
Were like gun camera tracers
On I-80 at midnight
There was nothing to say