Only the leaves Feel the need The witching hour And the worker bees
But we better go South Cause shadows are long No matter how old you get You can still be wrong
Cause I'm still just working it out Hours into days
Sometimes I sit Alone in the grass Watching the cars And the trucks roll past
Listening for someone To slow down and turn Into the driveway But I never learn
Cause I'm still just working it out Hours into days
If you wait you'll see the wood ducks falling Up in the tree you see the mama just pull them out
And if that morning the crow comes calling I take heed and feel the firewater burn my throat
Nights as black as the coal we're hauling Remember to head back when the salamanders get too cold Whoever said a kiss don't count, well That person must've never never been kissed by you By you
Cause I'm still just working it out Hours...
I love my mother I love my pa I love this land, it should be Free for all
I love your body I love this floor I love this house, I don't Want no more
I love this road I love your army I love your clothes
I love this road I love your army I love your clothes
I love this road I love your army I love your clothes
I love your painting that'll never be owned No, it'll never be owned Never be owned