Turning In The Twilight
Julia never looked finer, dressed in calico and blue, hummin’ the Wichita Lineman
We could walk to the river, past the buzzing poweryard and the lighted diamond.
Arm in arm, turning in the twilight
Arm in arm, everything is alright
Walking arm in arm every little thing’s alright
If it rains we’ll sit ‘neath the porch light, with the radio on and a new moon risin’
Or drive on out of the city where the bittersweet grows wild and the hay is shining.
Arm in arm, turning in the twilight
Arm in arm, everything is alright
Walking arm in arm every little thing’s alright
We’ll run through the fireflies in the haze,
Talk about the old days, laugh about the old days