Saw your pickup at the Starlight Inn
Parked beside a Cadillac again
Told myself I'd drive on past
Then I saw your lipstick on a stranger's glass
Same red shade I bought you in Tulsa
Same laugh I used to call my own
Bartender set a whiskey down and whispered
"Son, some doors are better left alone"
Go on and dance, I won't make a scene
I'll just pay my tab and keep it clean
But every song they play tonight
Is gonna sound like goodbye
Twelve years folded like a paper napkin
Tossed out with the peanut shells
I'll be sober come the morning
Can't say the same for how it felt
Go on and dance, I won't make a scene
I'll just pay my tab and keep it clean
But every song they play tonight
Is gonna sound like goodbye
