The Man From Nashville

I want to ask you what you saw in me that night that made you think I was gonna make it. I want to ask you if you think I still have it - that thing that must have shown through the small town, anxious song I was singing. What was that thing?

If you could go back would you still offer me coffee and ask me to stay?

I don’t remember what I wanted or what I was after, I know more of the pictures I’ve seen of that night. It’s fuzzy now, like someone else’s past... someone else’s past that somehow got written into my story.

Which is why I’m asking you now.