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David Mead | Nashville

You’re a distant memory, you’re an exit sign. I was talking crazy on the driver’s side. And I know I hurt you, but I won’t confess. Was that blood or a wine stain on your wedding dress?

“Well, it’s not quite evening and it’s not New York. There’s a scar in the blue sky by the old airport. And I’m talking crazy on the driver’s side. I will always love you like a long goodbye.”