On a two lane north of Casper Is where this all begins Heading back to Oklahoma For a week to visit friends She was walking 'long the highway So I pulled off to the side And asked her if she needed a ride
We tor up that ole blacktop 'Til we found I-25 And just into Colorado She asked if she could drive I'd never met nobody like her I'd never laughed so much And I grew hungry for her touch
I used to think of autumn As sweaters and leaves And I used to think the night Was just for dreamers and thieves But that was before she came Allison Miranda was her name
By the time that we hit Kansas We both felt pretty beat So we found ourselves a motel And grabbed a bite to eat We'd rest a few short hours Soon we'd be out of there Three days later we came up for air
I used to think of autumn As sweaters and leaves And I used to think the night Was just for dreamers and thieves But that was before she came Allison Miranda was her name
Now I can't forget The morning when I woke alone in bed To a rose left on her pillow And a goodbye note that read You cannot grow a flower If you don not have the seed Now I've got everything I need
I used to think of autumn As sweaters and leaves And I used to think the night Was just for dreamers and thieves But that was before she came Allison Miranda was her name.