LUKE ROUNTREE

Lyrics

There’s a clear blue morning rising up
Black smoke trails can’t see above
The red coals blinking shut
There’s a dirt road drilling right through wrong
Where sheetrock ash paints all we love and the fear we become
The wheat fields simmer like cigarettes
Fescue cracked like rusted nails
The creek bed drips regrets
You know the whiskey savior’s dry
You know the hell that is mine
So if I drive to the county line
Will you be waiting there to meet?
Will you fill the rider’s seat?
Or if I stay and turn my hand to the plow
Will you tie up the mule for me?
Will you stay here lock and key?
You see I don’t fear leaving here
The danger is very clear
I just want you here with me
Is that too much to ask?
I might drive this broke down Ford
I might cut the brake lock all the doors keep it at my back
Whatever this is whatever its been
The gate is wide with a broken hinge
I see the horizon
Or should walls take root and start to grow
Make us a country from what we’ve sown
The only love I’ve ever known
So if I drive to the county line
Will you be waiting there to meet?
Will you fill the rider’s seat?
Or if I stay and turn my hand to the plow
Will you tie up the mule for me?
Will you stay here lock and key?
You see I don’t fear dying here
The danger is very clear
I just want you here with me
Is that too much to ask?