Truck In The Yard

447 Florence Lane, I drive by every now and then
 Think about stopping in, then I think again
 Those memories roll around in my head
 I can see that room, I can see that bed
 I wanna turn in that drive, instead
 I don't pull in, I can't pull in
 'Cause there's always his truck in the yard
 His box body four by four, since you don't need me anymore
 And if I knocked on your door I'd be crazy
 Grass didn't have a chance to grow where my 35's used to sit before
 It's killing me to know you ain't my baby
 It's just always his truck in the yard
 Thought if I gave you time, some night had to ride on by
 See a light on inside and call you up
 Guess you didn't have none to waste
 Seems just like yesterday
 I was parking in that same place to pick you up
 Now I can't pick you up
 'Cause there's always his truck in the yard
 His box body four by four, since you don't need me anymore
 And if I knocked on your door I'd be crazy
 Grass didn't have a chance to grow where my 35's used to sit before
 It's killing me to know you ain't my baby
 It's just always his truck in the yard
 His box body four by four, since you don't need me anymore
 And if I knocked on your door I'd be crazy
 Grass didn't have a chance to grow where my 35's used to sit before
 It's killing me to know you ain't my baby
 It's just always his truck in the yard
 Yeah
 There's always his truck in the yard
 There's always his truck in the yard