49 th
The rest proved to be too much, it's true
You're everything I've ever known
The sweetest place to call my own
Jones holds the secrets though there's some that I don't know
I can't tell like Isabel, in the heat the summer swells
Congress won't adjourn 'till 3 am
Block the driveway with the car
Bonfire in a shopping cart
Police are not too far
Now is the time
And man I feel alright
I know it's not too late
I hope it's not too late
On 49th a lady slept
In Carolina the day she left
They've since painted that door red
Packed up and found a new place instead
Live your life and make it last
My boy told me 'fore he crashed
Brushed it off but almost passed
Bought a car next week in cash
Headed to the Southside
With a blue sky I decide
Nowhere better, time provides
Memories that stay alive
With a victory there's history
And I'm pacin' down unpaved streets
The sweet the warm the mystery
Bourbon's playing with my patience
Now is the time
And man I feel alright
I know it's not too late
I hope it's not too late
I know it's not too late
I hope it's not too late
I know it's not too late
I hope it's not too late
Autor(es): Adam Willis