Denver By Morning Testo

A torn pair of jeans
the necklace your father gave you
that you're always touching
on your 16th
trip to the ward where I found you
standing in defeat
You made a beautiful promise to me

You drove out of town
leaving your bags and your wallet hoping you'd never be found
You made it to Denver by morning
slept on the hood of your car
turning your eyes to the wind and drove
You kept a beautiful promise to me

You took out a pen & your notebook
& in it poured all of your thoughts
to later look back when your memory is weak
You swore you would leave if he struck you
& after the 30th war
you kept your promise to me
you kept a beautiful promise to me