She was alone, and I had a layover on the
bus from Miami to New Orleans
I walked up, she turned and noticed me, and then
we connected without saying a thing
We locked eyes until she lost her nerve and
she checked her cel to seem less alone, but I went
"How 'bout this crazy southern humidity?", she went
"Well here we are in Dothan, you know"
I don't know why, but I knew it would be okay to
stare at the ground and get real close And somehow,
it turned out she was cool with that too Sometimes
when you're a traveller that's how it goes
We had time enough for two,
time enough for two in the pouring rain
We had time enough for two
that night there on the corner of Oates and Main
We watched the rain for an hour as we
shared a silence that felt right at home And then we
shared a smile, I said "Long night, so far", she said it's
"always longer when you're traveling alone
I said "I'm headed for the Big Easy I've
got some playing to do over there" She replied
"Miami's got a good job waiting for me, so
that's good a place as anywhere"
This thing she did with her eyes, unconsciously, told me
maybe I should reach for her hand So then I
pushed my luck and I made that fateful grab
And for that moment, I was her man
We had time enough for two,
time enough for two in the pouring rain
We had time enough for two
that night there on the corner of Oates and Main
I said "What now?", she said "We're both on the road, but our
paths are headed in opposite ways, so
hopefully our roads will meet again somewhere and
we'll be together again someday"
She squeezed my hand, smiled real long and walked away and
I watched her bus pull away out of sight So then I
unzipped my case and I pulled out my golden horn,
and blew the blues into the Alabama night
We had time enough for two,
time enough for two in the pouring rain
We had time enough for two
that night there on the corner of Oates and Main