James McMurtry - Long Island Sound lyrics

New Mexico's lost in the back streets of Austin Carolina keeps all her thoughts to herself Tennessee's tight and he will not stop talking Somebody shush him 'fore I have to myself I 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 closet the shotgun I got when I was nine If I had any sense I'd be way 'cross the Whitestone I might as well sit here a while 'fore I start Cause when the 5:30 rush hits the cross-island parkway It's not for the squeamish of the gentle of heart I'd be stuck on the bridge in the right land at sunset Watching the boats with their snowy white sails Watching the sun sinking over the projects Laundry hung out of 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 And these are the best days These are the best days Y'all put your money away I've 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 'nother world I got a bay boat and a 401k Two cars in the driveway, two boys and a girl It doesn't seem 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 still got the health plan and they're raising my pay And the kids all play soccer like nobody's business My grandma says we're just letting 'em fall through They don't go to church and we're not gonna make ‘em They all drop their R's like the Islanders do And these are the best days These are the best days Y'all put your money away I've 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 granddaddy's pipe That old rugged cross 'til she took down the shingles You've never heard such a noise in your life I had a tire run low so I dug through the glovebox I needed the manual to locate the jack Found a couple old picks and a 20 gauge shuttle Left from a dove hunt a couple years back And these are the best days These are the best days Y'all put your money away I've got the round Here's to all you strangers The Mets and the Rangers Long may we thrive on the Long Island Sound New Mexico's lost in the back streets of Austin Carolina keeps all her thoughts to herself