May 27, 2009

When the sun goes down
On my side of town
That lonesome feeling
Comes to my door
The whole world turns blue

Theres a rundown bar
Cross the railroad tracks
Ive got a table for two
Way in the back
Where I sit alone
And think of losing you

I spend most every night
Beneath the light
Of this neon moon.

- Brooks & Dunn, "Neon Moon"