Nico's Red Truck - DIJON

Pouring rain, it’s pouring rain out

I’m afraid I might forget

What if the good memories start to fade out?

Things change, yeah

But I get flashes of home now and then

In my head

Do you remember my Civic?

Dark green, dark green

With tan seats, tan seats and no A/C

It was sweet to me

I had a wide angle, smile and a mouth full of gold

Candy eyes, candle eyes burning bright down the road

Through Carolina, warm air Carolina

Slowly, yeah

Days get grayed out

What if I can’t fix my head

What if I can’t fix my head now

I don’t wanna forget us with

The wide angle smile and a mouth full of gold

Candy eyes, candle eyes burning bright down the road

Through Carolina, warm air Carolina

I had a wide angle smile and a mouth full of gold

Candy eyes, candle eyes burning bright down the road

Through Carolina, warm air Carolina

Ninety-five, ninety-five, ninety

I found a photograph, all faded and bunched

I had a camo hat, leaning on a red truck

On Nico’s red truck

He moved to Baltimore City, then he moved to Philly

We don’t speak much, the last year’s been so busy

I can’t keep up, the years move by so quickly

I can’t keep up, I can’t keep up

I rode my bike to the YMCA

Got my first pay-check from working the day-care

It got wet, 'cause it rained on the way back

But I loved the smell, so I just inhaled

I stopped in a field for a minute when night fell

The big moon burned and the rim of the bike wheel

Was white from reflecting

I don’t wanna forget the way it felt

One summer, hot, slow, wet

I had a wide angle smile in these pictures that you took

It’s strange, I forget that’s how I looked

It’s strange how much can change in just a short time

It’s strange I’m getting older, I’m afraid

I found a photograph all faded and bunched

I had a camo hat, leaning on a red truck

On my friend’s red truck

On my friend’s red truck