When The Bridge Toll Was A Dolar

Casiotone For The Painfully Alone

Compositor: Owen Ashworth

I reached into my wallet
And I pulled out one single crisp clean dollar bill
And I handed it to you
I watched as you adjusted your sun visor
To keep the glare out of your eyes
Then you rolled down your window
And you paid the toll taker
As we drove away
I watched you push your hair behind your right ear
And you turned to me and you smiled
And in that smile was everything
You were all I'd ever wanted