Record Store Songtext
von Butch Walker

I drove through two states, you hate to make sure you′re alright
You're a beauty, but you look like hell
Standing in this light
We got a glass full of hours
Before a roadie picks you up and takes you back

I can′t call you by your stage name
You're still the girl I know
That hated wearing dresses and loved the radio
Do you still bite your lip 'til it bleeds every time that you get sad

Meet me at the record store
Even though it ain′t there anymore
You can sing to me that song
About time moving on
I wanna love like I loved you when I could

I came from white trash, whiplash, road rash from a bike
You drank from a wine glass, stage pass, in your belt loop tied
Little baby made it out of here
When ambition was the only drug you tried


You found a chain-smokin′, soft spoken, house broken man
Only so you won't be lonely and all because you can
And when you tell me things are perfect
Your hand starts to tremble when you lie

Meet me at the record store
Even though it ain′t here anymore
My god it's been so long
What the hell went wrong
I wanna love like I loved you when I could

What if things would have been different and you ended up with me
Would you have stayed here in the Bible belt, had a family
All the cocaine and yes-men
You sadly all believed in
Let you walk the wire without a net

I cried a thousand nights for you when I could feel your pain
Those times the bottom fell through
Like a dog left in the rain
All lovesick and loaded
Come on let′s go back to where we met


Meet me at the record store
Even though it ain't here anymore
I′ll fumble through our song
And make you hum along
You can love me like you loved me when you could