Receipts Songtext
von David Alan Graham

Got a gas station coffee ring on a Waffle House check
Two tickets to a show neither one of us could forget
A parking pass from that lake we weren′t supposed to find
And a twenty in my console that's been there since July

I ain′t much for pictures, never posted us online
But there's a glovebox full of proof we had a good time
Every crumpled little paper's got a story to tell

You can′t frame a summer, but you sure can save the receipts
Every fill-up, every dive bar, every Two AM we eat
Every keep the change and one more round and baby, follow me
No, you can′t frame a summer -
But I got a shoebox full of sweet
Yeah, you can't frame a summer, but you sure can save the receipts

There′s a cracked-up phone case from the night you made me laugh
A ballpark ticket stub still sittin' in my dash
A handwritten napkin where you signed your number down
Some sunscreen and a seashell from a town I can′t pronounce


I ain't much for memory books, never been that kind
But I got every little scrap of you tucked somewhere I can find
Every crumpled little paper′s got a story to tell

You can't frame a summer, but you sure can save the receipts
Every fill-up, every dive bar, every Two AM we eat
Every keep the change and one more round and baby, follow me
No, you can't frame a summer -
But I got a shoebox full of sweet
Yeah, you can′t frame a summer, but you sure can save the receipts

Some folks got the polaroids, some folks got the highlight reel
I got a glove box and a shoebox and a whole lot of proof it was real
And when I′m eighty years old in a rocking chair someday
I'll still have every wrinkled piece of every perfect runaway

You can′t frame a summer, but you sure can save the receipts
Every fill-up, every dive bar, every Two AM we eat
Every keep the change and one more round and baby, follow me
No, you can't frame a summer -
But I got a shoebox full of sweet
Yeah, you can′t frame a summer, but you sure can save the receipts
(Whoa-oh!) I'm gonna save the receipts


Every little piece of paper, every little piece of you
Every little crumpled summer, every little thing we′d do
You can't frame a summer -
But baby, I saved the receipts