Folded at the Corner

Easy rider on the highway

Station wagon going slow

Windows open, you are basking

In the bluegrass radio

It is easy now to see you

With your hand out on the wind

I keep this folded at the corner

So that I could not forget

Folded at the corner

So that I could not forget

Pink azaleas by your driveway

Shade our leisurely goodbyes

In your terry cotton sweater

With your arm sweeping the sky

It was then I had a knowing

You were waving till the bend

I keep this folded at the corner

So that I could not forget

Folded at the corner

So that I could not forget

Eleven miles on an off day

In your shadow till the coast

Past the surf and white washed beaches

Under cypress trees and smoke

Carved like lovers into driftwood

On this moment I depend

I keep this folded at the corner

So that I could not forget

Folded at the corner

So that I could not forget

Folded at the corner

So that I could not forget