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Neon in the Dust (Gritty Country Rock Cut)

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[Verse 1] Rolled in late through the blacktop rains Cold wind cuttin’ across Montana plains Main Street’s ghosted, Texaco glows Flickerin’ red where the north wind blows And there you were, whiskey eyes on fire Smoke curlin’ up like a damned funeral pyre Hair a little shorter, that same wild smile Your boy with your mama, just for a while [Chorus] Neon in the dust, and the way we were Backseat heat and a whispered word From prom night fights to a midnight kiss Some things fade, but not like this One night to burn ‘fore the winter comes Under neon in the dust, we come undone [Verse 2] You laughed, “That old truck still runs?” I said, “She may be beat, but don't you remember all that ole fun” We danced slow, boots across the floor Thunder rolled somewhere beyond the door You told me your scars, I told you mine Talked about the years that slipped through time Your ring was gone, left it all in the past Funny how forever never seems to last [Chorus] Neon in the dust, and the way we were Backseat heat and a whispered word From prom night fights to a midnight kiss Some things fade, but not like this One night to burn ‘fore the winter comes Under neon in the dust, we come undone [Bridge] Remember prom night, that summer heat? One wrong word, two fists, concrete We walked away like the story was done Never knowing we’d circle back someday Now winter’s ridin’ hard across the plains Snow on the windshield, ice in the veins Time don’t heal, it just hides the scars Till neon brings you back to where you are [Final Chorus] Neon in the dust, and the way we were Backseat heat and a whispered word From prom night fights to a midnight kiss Some things fade, but not like this One night to burn while the cold winds spin Under neon in the dust, let the old flame in [Outro] Montana moon, my hands on the wheel Old truck groanin’ like it knows how I feel Dust on the hood, winter in the air You’re beside me now, and I’m already scared Neon fades as the morning comes Two old hearts, still beating as one