Standing Right There

	Standing Right There
Author:	Ryan Adams
Official Appearance:	N/A
Unofficial Appearance:	N/A
Played Live:	08/08/98
Lyrics:	Apartment windows with their parchment promenades
	And televisions flickering right on through the shades
	A fallen curtain rod like a moth caught in a lamp
	This city reads just like a stack of postcards all missing a stamp
	And I felt the rain gently settling right at my feet
	And I left my baby standing there, standing right there on the street


	Somewhere back home, my mama's trying hard to sleep
	Her precious [???] bag of toys, lost from some old Christmas eve
	One telephone beside her bed, one telephone beside the couch
	She keeps the damage we all weather, yeah, right there to herself
	And she's felt the rain gently settling right at her feet
	She's held her babies close to her, standing right there on the street


	It's always nighttime at the movies, that’s what my mama said
	That’s why the folks who have bad days at work, they all end up there
	Oh, drive-in screen's [??] and they're covering with weeds
	Private investigators are in search of my old memories
	And I felt the rain gently settling right at my feet
	I left my baby standing there, standing right there on the street
	And detectives felt the rain gently settling right at their feet
	And come back empty-handed, saying there just ain't no leads