(Cummings)



I dig your suspenders

I get it on for your jeans

But your Nashville sneakers always drag me down



I like your blue Cougar

And your bona fide keys

But your Nashville sneakers always drag me down



One by one, the sneakers they will fade, dear

Left out in the sun to dry

Sketching shots of good dates that we've played, dear

Never to be forgotten but remembered