[Verse 1]
Shotguns and tin roofs, the air sits more than it moves
Newspaper hits the front door, Nicky wakes in the front room
He's packed his Mitsubishi with itchy upholstery
He's leavin' for Austin to his sister's, she's got an open room
For the way his eyes wander won't make wives of your daughters
Pensacola nineteen seventy-eight
It was over a bag of Lebanese hash when Nick met Joe
Went back to his house, laid down for a smoke
[Verse 2]
Nick was just twenty, and Joe was near forty
The first man to hold Nick without sеcrecy
They'd go to Hippie Hollow, thеy'd fuck on Joe's sailboat
Go around in his limo Nick insisted he drove
In purple pants and high heels, Nick wrote checks and closed deals
Joe designed the insides of Austin's fine homes
Ah, but love is a migrant, it's movement is constant
With Nick, Joe's couldn't stay
[Bridge]
He said, "Baby I'm just the first one in your life full of good love
Safe from some hurt, what's our consequence to pay?"
Time never went wasted, stood still in places
When it heals you, a friend all remained
[Verse 3]
Shotguns with shingled roofs, the air sits more than it moves
Nick sits on his corner in New Orleans, he's just turned sixty
A call on the home phone, the voice of Joe
Sayin', "Nicky, my liver's not gonna hold."
So Nick makes up the guest bed, hires a house chef
Says, "Joe you won't be goin' into any old home."
Late one spring evenin', two lovers lay sleepin'
Down the hall from each other, they listen to each other breathin'
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