Remember when you were so tall
your head so high above me
big and strong I felt so small
there with such authority
I still want to be just like you
with that band amongst your side
imperfection out of my head
but still you are much better than I
Tattered paing and rusted chrome
everyday on my way home
makin sure I stop in time
true and faithful my red sign
I remember and I see
how deep and wide your beauty goes
with rounded edges so shiny
you spoke no words but I always know
Tattered paint and rusted chrome
everyday on my way home
makin sure I stopped in time
true and faithful my red sign
I've grown up but not in vain
the foolish imagery has left my mind
your memory will always remain
I'll never forget my red sign
Tattered paint and rusted chrome
every day On my way home
makin sure I'd stop in time
true and faithful my red sign
My red sign
