Track 11 of the album Second Wind Motel · 2012
Old Friend, Same Booth, Same Pie
“Fifteen years later, same booth, same pie, and the same easy way of picking up a conversation. It's the only song on the record that grooves.”
americana · americana · shuffle · diner rock · 3:55
Lyrics
Fifteen years since I sat in this booth Cracked red vinyl and a flickering truth He walks in the door with a limp and a grin Says, "Dusty, you old dog, where have you been?" We used to haul freight from the coast to the plains Same radio fading in the same summer rains We lost track of each other somewhere out in the miles Now the waitress brings coffee and we're swapping our smiles Old friend, same booth, same pie Same bad jokes and the same blue sky We drifted apart like the lines in the road But the road always brings you back to your own Old friend, same booth, same pie Some things don't change, and neither do I He shows me a photo, a grandkid named Rose I show him my guitar and the song that I chose We laugh at the nights that we broke down in Reno Man, we were younger and dumber, you know Old friend, same booth, same pie Same bad jokes and the same blue sky We drifted apart like the lines in the road But the road always brings you back to your own Old friend, same booth, same pie Some things don't change, and neither do I Don't wait for a reason to call, don't wait for a sign A slice of pie and an hour is plenty of time Old friend, same booth, same pie Same bad jokes and the same blue sky We drifted apart like the lines in the road But the road always brings you back to your own Old friend, same booth, same pie Some things don't change, and neither do I Same booth, same pie See you next time, old friend, goodbye