Country dirt roads
This walk is not the same without you right here by me
The twig I trip over is you over this bridge
The memories of the past times look up past the trees and to the left
The broken house that you lived in good times we had
Concrete slabs spray painted, leaves me pictures of you, I patiently wait…
(the place we played) for you
I silently pray… (you’ll find a way) for you
The top of this tree where we could see for miles
Stories of the times, the testimonies of our lives
Smell the air, take a breath, fall asleep and listen in
We learn a lot from experiences but it’s no good if we don’t change, good times was all Concrete slabs spray painted, leaves me pictures of you, I patiently wait…
(the place we played) for you, I silently pray for you
Close your eyes (it’s time to move on to the new)
Hold on tight (forget the past, forget old ‘you’)
We’ll be alright (look to the new pasture)
Close your eyes (the past won’t meet your future)
The field, the creek, where the fort we built I think still lay
Crooked branches with our names, still engraved, they’ll stay the same