Des Moines Lyrics – Jeffrey Foucault

Des Moines Lyrics by Jeffrey Foucault

That night in Des Moines
Goner’d streets and dying
Sunset building
Cut with shade

We sent our smoke
Up through the street lights
We sent our prayers out
Through an old PA

That night in Des Moines
That night in Des Moines
That night in Des Moines
Too late for supper

We sat the bar
And we drank 3 beers
And we watched the house
Filling up with no one

But God was listening
And he cupped his ear
That night in Des Moines
That night in Des Moines

That night in Des Moines
Picked you up at the airport
Threw your rig in the back seat
And I shook your hand

And the heat from the asphalt
It was liquid and dancing
And we walked through the front doors
Like a rock ‘n’ roll band

That night in Des Moines
That night in Des Moines
That night in Des Moines
We slept at your mom’s house

Drove east in the darkness
Toward a whole new day
And the lights on the big trucks
Were like gun camera tracers

On I-80 at midnight
There was nothing to say
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Jeffrey Foucault Lyrics – Des Moines

Jeffrey Foucault

Des Moines