Lyrics
Verse 1
Found your name on a matchbookUnderneath the kitchen sinkRed letters, cheap motelThe kind of thing that made me thinkYou left your boots, your fishing hatA half-read book and a box of liesBut that little book was all I neededTo put a spark back in my eyes
Pre‑Chorus
I hauled your memories outsideStacked them by the pecan treeFunny how a fire gets honestWhen the only thing left is me
Chorus
I’m striking up a goodbye, babyWatch your old world turn to goldEvery promise you forgot hereIs a story getting toldThat matchbook from your midnight motelIs doing one last job tonightI’m burning what you left behind meAnd I’m stepping into the light
Verse 2
Your flannel made a fine flagOn the fence beside the shedYour spare key hit the kindlingLike a little silver headstone for the deadI found your letters in the flowerpotYour picture tucked inside a drawerI kissed the girl I used to beThen I didn’t miss you anymore
Pre‑Chorus
Neighbors heard me laughingWhile the sparks climbed through the darkI raised a glass of sweet teaTo the man who missed his mark
Chorus
I’m striking up a goodbye, babyWatch your old world turn to goldEvery promise you forgot hereIs a story getting toldThat matchbook from your midnight motelIs doing one last job tonightI’m burning what you left behind meAnd I’m stepping into the light
Bridge
No, I won’t chase the smokeNo, I won’t save a thingYou can keep the road you tookI got my Saturday back againinstrumental
Final Chorus
I’m striking up a goodbye, babyWatch your old world turn to goldEvery promise you forgot hereIs a story getting toldThat matchbook from your midnight motelMade a bonfire out of goodbyeI’m burning what you left behind meAnd I’m stepping into the light
Outro
Found your name on a matchbookNow it’s ash beneath my feetFunny what a little fire doesWhen a woman wants her freedom sweet