Patty Larkin Booth Of Glass
I change my dollar for a dime
Walk the shoulder
To the pay phone line
By the roadside bar
On a neon night
I pull up my collar in the wind
Warm my hand
And the pocket tears again
I hear a jukebox start
It's got a bass drum heart
Just once
Just once I'd like to find you
Just once
Just once I'd like to find you
Home
Rain comes pouring down again
I wach a kid
Cross the highway where it bends
By the all night mart
He disappears into the dark
A man and woman step ouside
More like they stumble out
Looking for a ride
I see a face light up
He takes a drag on the cigarette stub
Just once
Just once I'd like to find you
Just once
Just once I'd like to find you
Home
Out on the South Dakota plain
They watch the sun set
And watch it rise again
They got no Great Divide
Nowhere in the world to hide
2,000 miles and half a dozen days
I drop that dime
Like I'm dropping down to pray
It's all a distant past
Calling from a Booth of Glass
Just once
Just once I'd like to find you
Just once
Just once I'd like to find you
Home