Special
Justin Rutledge
Well, I wrote your name on the subway
With a marker I stole from the drugstore
Well, I don't steal much, but sometimes I cave in
I put a picture of you on the dashboard
And I thought all night as I drove
Well, even St. Christopher needs some company sometimes
The mailman thinks I'm lonely
And the grocer thinks I'm lonely
And the crossing guard won't raise her sign for me
Blue is the color of a boy who misses you
The mailman thinks you're special
And the grocer thinks you're special
Everyone thinks you're special, and I do too
Blue is the color of a boy who misses you
