Long Island Sound

New Mexico's lost on the back streets of Austin
 Carolina keeps all her thoughts to herself
 Tennessee's tight and he will not stop talking
 Somebody shush him before I have to myself
 Wrote that verse for the kids but I never did sing it
 I filed it away and forgot it in time
 My old guitar sits in the back bedroom closet
 Next to the shotgun I got when I was nine
 If I had any sense I'd be way cross the Whitestone
 I might as well as sit here a while before I start
 'Cause when the 5:30 rush hits the Cross Island Parkway
 It's not for the squeamish or the gentle of heart
 I'd be stuck on the bridge in the right lane at sunset
 Watching the boats with their snowy white sails
 Watching the sun sinking over the projects
 Laundry hung out off the balcony rails
 And where are you now my long secret love
 Where have you gone in your glamorous life
 Where are you now as the moon comes a rising
 Are you somebody's love are you somebody's wife
 These are the best days these are the best days
 Y'all put your money away I got the round
 Here's to all you strangers, the Mets and the Rangers
 Long may we thrive on the Long Island Sound
 I don't know what goes on in those crumbling brick buildings
 They're on the same planet in a whole other world
 I've got a bay boat and a 401K
 Two cars in the driveway two boys and a girl
 It doesn't seem like that long since we came up from Tulsa
 Been here six years and I reckon we'll stay
 The company's not bad as the companies go
 They've still got the health plan and they're raising my pay
 And the kids all play soccer like nobody's business
 My grandmother says we're just letting them fall through
 They don't go to church and we're not gonna make 'em
 They all drop their Rs like the islanders do
 These are the best days these are the best days
 Y'all put your money away I got the round
 Here's to all you strangers, the Mets and the Rangers
 Long may we thrive on the Long Island Sound
 I remember her singing from that dusty old hymnal
 Smelled like tobacco from grandaddy's pipe
 That old rugged cross until she shook down the shingles
 You never heard such a noise in your life
 I had a tire run low so I dug through the glove box
 I needed the manual to locate the jack
 I found a couple old picks and a 20-gauge shot shell
 Left from a dove hunt a couple years back
 These are the best days these are the best days
 Y'all put your money away I got the round
 Here's to all you strangers, the Mets and the Rangers
 Long may we thrive on the Long Island Sound
 Long may we thrive on the Long Island Sound
 New Mexico's lost on the back streets of Austin
 Carolina keeps all her thoughts to herself