Landry Trestle

[good4somethingbum]

Landry TrestleI’d pick up Kim after each home gameWe’d sit out and watch southbound trainsThread their way through the Texas plainsThen cross the Commanche RiverSip Circle K wine and ginger aleWith mist along the moonlit railsKim taught me how to French inhaleAnd other things I’ll recall foreverOn Landry TrestleWith those Cotton Belt whistlesOut there in the boondocksWith Bob Seger on the boomboxBarefeet hangin’ over the sideLove belonged to the nightOn Landry TrestleI recall when my touchdown took stateWe held hands and talked till it was latePassing trains coulda heard my heart breakCos she was leavin’ for Georgia TechWe lay close and her tears mixed with mineHow could we leave our love behindWe knew the only thing healed by timeWould be the hickeys ‘neath her turtleneckfrom Landry TrestleWith those Cotton Belt whistlesStarin’ at the starlightHopin’ things’d end up alrightBarefeet hangin’ over the sideLove belonged to the nightOn Landry TrestleSometimes I go out when the day has setSit there thinkin’ about all that was lostMix tape of mem’ries playin’ in my headCos the past is a train that just can’t crossLandry Trestle…Landry Trestle©2007 Robert George