Like a birthday card from a previous year,
The weather in Chayco is sparkling and clear.
The girl lies in bed, the boy sits in the yard.
He wants to talk sleep but he has to keep guard.
She stirs from her sleep and she calls for a beer;
He knows there are none and pretends not to hear
She hears his breath like she’s heard it before.
She cuddles her sheets as he slips out the door.
God had derailed the Lonestar train
That can take her away from sadness and pain.
He acts like a saint but the strain really shows;
The boy scouts of America taught him all that he knows.