patty griffin
florida
A couple of young girls went Sailing down A1A Into the arms of Florida Sailing down a highway Singing their heads off Protected by the holy ghosts Flying in the ocean Driving with their eyes close  The night wants to kiss you deep And be on his way Pretend he don't know you the very next day Isn't it hard sometimes Isn't it lonely? How I still hang around here And there's nothing to hold me  You slide down into the seat From twelve hours on your feet And get the tide to wash you away For thousands and thousands of days And someone you never meet Signs a check you get every week You try and you still can't forget All the strangers that you have met  The night never owed you nothing anyway Makes promises that he never intends to keep every day Isn't it hard sometimes Isn't lonely? How I still hang around here And there's nothing to hold me  Every time, every year The travelers come and go You see them landing with their pale wings And flying back to the snow And the summer comes marching in With his heavy boots on Kicking along the blacktop Sidewalks of A1A The young girls in their bare feet Cigarettes smoking Looking every which way Wishing and hoping  And you want the night just to let you sleep And be on his way Wrap you up in some cool sheets And have nothing to say  Isn't hard sometimes Isn't it lonely? How I still hang around here And there's nothing to hold me