Sun on the hillsides,
The river tells the trains to ride on,
Like they're racing that going sun.
The main drag knocks along,
Summer dames take their dresses for a walk
Down on the courthouse lawn;
And I walk the long mile of the exile,
I guess I always will.
Now the sun slides on the westside
Down behind the hills.
It's been a lonesome song of a day.
I'd just as soon dodge the moon
As I'd try and dodge the thought of you,
Everyday's a song and you're the proof.
It wasn't so long ago
When you put me out of doors
With nothing but a suitcase full of poems.
You said I was sunlight at midnight...
A poet with the sea on my lips.
You said my life rhymes with the lonesome lines
That drip from my fingertips.
It's been a lonesome song of a day.
There's a book I been meaning to write,
About how my words are the proof that I'm alive,
But it would take me ten lifetimes.
So until I lay down for good,
I'm gonna live each day the way I should,
Like it's the best song I've ever heard.
You said I was sunlight at midnight...
A poet with the sea on my lips.
And now the sun slides on the westside
Down behind the hills.
And it's a lonesome song of a day.
Writer(s): Christopher Alvin Stapleton, Craig Wiseman
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