The cover is worn corners revealing their age

One ghost and the memories of an angel

Written down page after page

Well worn papers dog-eared from a time later unfold

Leave their creases but lose their memory

I knew you before the starlight was strong in the air

Long time when a sin was just a bottle

And cigarettes were debonaire

Beauty kept me dancing

And I smiled when you first said my name

The band played Josephine

Quite a ride, quite a ride

Let the walls now remember my name

Like the tide, the moon-pulled tide

We’re heading home just the same

Reservation one-way ticket in hand, crumpled and worn

My hair is combed and I am ready to go

As a child I would dream beneath that old cottonwood tree

As a man I grew confident and restless

High branches beckoning me