You were talking about moving to the West Coast
About leaving the Lone Star for the Golden State
My California is full of ghosts
And I guess you're just another one that haunts me from time to time
You stayed late at my house that night
After all of my friends had left
And you know how much I love you, so you stay as late as you want
And I opened your letter, put it in my box
Your smile lights up the room
Even the darkest of rooms, you're there
And suddenly, it's all beautiful
My friends were talking about you
They say you've gotten hot, but you've always been
We're looking out with your telescope
You see the stars and all the light, I just see the darkness
You're kinda crazy
But I guess I love that about you
And you're blind, but you're kind
You always mean well
And you sat there in that coffee shop
Saying that I never call you enough
But did you know that if I pick up the phone
I'll fall back in and I won't get out?
And you meant the whole world to me
You were the whole library
But I think that I was just a book
All worn out and up on the shelf
You pick me up in your car
It's 10:30 on a Saturday
You pick me up in your car