Creased Down the Middle

Lyrics

Found it in the glovebox
Underneath the maps
A photograph of Mama
With a dish towel in her lap
Creased down the middle
Where my pocket wore it thin
Her smile still holding steady
Like the sun was coming in

Creased down the middle
But the picture's holding on
Faded round the edges
But the light is not all gone
Some things get worn from loving
Some things get worn from miles
I'll keep her on the dashboard
Where I can see her smile

Behind her stands my father
With his hat pushed to the back
Proud of nothing special
Just a porch and a Cadillac
He never said it plainly
But I saw it in his eyes
The quiet kind of pride
That don't need to advertise

Creased down the middle
But the picture's holding on
Faded round the edges
But the light is not all gone
Some things get worn from loving
Some things get worn from miles
I'll keep her on the dashboard
Where I can see her smile

Forty years of highway
And I never once let go
Of the two folks in this photo
Who first taught me where to go

Now I tape it to the visor
Where the morning light comes through
When the road gets long and lonesome
I just look and she looks too
No words are needed, driver
Just a nod across the years
And the engine hums a hymn
Through the quiet and the gears

Creased down the middle
But the picture's holding on
Faded round the edges
But the light is not all gone
Some things get worn from loving
Some things get worn from miles
I'll keep her on the dashboard
Where I can see her smile

Where I can see her smile