Fireworks
Left over
From the fourth
Of July
Somebody
Called the cops
They thought
We were high
Resting on
Our honeymoon
Didn't say
Where we parked
Never will
Forget that
One road in
Arizona
She paints colors takes pictures of me
Lay in the sun till we're gold
Somewhere famous enough of enough
End up covered in loss
She ripped down the stage
Ain't no touch of gray
Closing addict in darlings grace
Then got up and ran away