you'll get off of a motorcycle
in way downtown Manhattan
with only a mind to get your boots fixed
at a shop you know down there
Your phone will beep in your pocket
to say that you've missed a call
and when you check it
there'll be a voicemail
from a number called 'Unknown'
As you walk down
the busy street
between those tall buildings
and among all that bustle
you'll listen to the message
and this is what you'll hear:
"Hey Matthew, it's Willie.
Just calling to say Hi"
You'll freeze in your tracks
as this wise old Texas voice
comes through the line
and skips any explanation of
how he got your number or
anything like that
but just goes right on to tell you
in his soft mischievous twang
How much he likes the album
of his songs
you recorded.
It could happen that your eyes
will unexpectedly well up a little at this
as you stand there in the shadows
of those tall buildings;
as you watch all the people hustling;
as you watch the sunlight slanting
through the cross streets.
It's could happen, then
that he'll say he's gonna be nearby
in a couple of days to play a show
and hopes that y'all will get a chance
to run into one another
And it further could happen that