A Town Too Small for a Name

Turned off the main road to a small little town, one church an old pub and no lights

Pulled up to the bar, left his keys in the car, and brushed off the lonely ol' night

He caught her eye and decided to move to an empty stool next to her seat

He asked her her name, she said it's all the same as whatever you want it to be

He wasn't searching' for an angel to be saved

But he found one, just the same

In a town too small for a name

She told him that she had a small room upstairs and they could have a drink there

Where the dim light revealed what her dress had concealed, the marks of what made her so scared

He offered to help, told her run to my car, and ride with me to the next town