Allison Miranda

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