[00:00.00] 作词 : Katie Crutchfield
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Katie Crutchfield
[00:21.09]I lose my grip, I drive out far
[00:25.88]Past fireworks at the old trailer park
[00:29.96]And folding chairs, American flags
[00:34.36]Selling tomatoes at five bucks a bag
[00:47.45]When she was young, she kept to herself
[00:51.49]Now she regrets sending me straight to Hell
[00:56.08]She kissed my cheek, she touched my skin
[00:59.61]She said "you're just as stupid as I was back then"
[01:12.92]If I burn out like a lightbulb
[01:17.32]They'll say "she wasn't meant for that life"
[01:22.53]They'll put it all in a capsule and save it for a dark night
[01:50.45]When we were kids, free as the air
[01:55.58]With a violence craving to turn up somewhere
[01:59.32]A tap dancer, a memorized number
[02:03.54]An avalanche of the deep red clay earth
[02:16.63]When it got bad, Arkadelphia Road
[02:21.31]I couldn't cry, I just pick up the load
[02:25.42]And feign a strength, try to force your hand
[02:29.72]But you leave a promise wherever it may land
[02:38.98]If you get real close to the ending
[02:42.27]I hope you know I did what I could
[02:47.79]We try to give it all meaning
[02:52.03]Glorify the grain of the wood
[02:55.38]Tell ourselves what's beautiful and good
[03:15.48]I hold on tight, come in from far
[03:20.25]I watch the baby run around the yard
[03:24.37]Get lonely for what I'll never know
[03:28.94]Losing the thread of a story, over told
[03:41.64]If we luck out, free as the air
[03:45.72]With an unrest craving to spill everywhere
[03:51.01]We'll weigh what's good and get real old
[03:55.06]Keep driving straight searching for a heart of gold
[04:03.17]If we make pleasant conversation
[04:07.56]I hope you can't see what's burning in me
[04:12.66]To see a slip as a failure
[04:16.52]A balance I couldn't keep
[04:20.39]You count the rings for truth you'll never cheat

作词 : Katie Crutchfield
作曲 : Katie Crutchfield
I lose my grip, I drive out far
Past fireworks at the old trailer park
And folding chairs, American flags
Selling tomatoes at five bucks a bag
When she was young, she kept to herself
Now she regrets sending me straight to Hell
She kissed my cheek, she touched my skin
She said "you're just as stupid as I was back then"
If I burn out like a lightbulb
They'll say "she wasn't meant for that life"
They'll put it all in a capsule and save it for a dark night
When we were kids, free as the air
With a violence craving to turn up somewhere
A tap dancer, a memorized number
An avalanche of the deep red clay earth
When it got bad, Arkadelphia Road
I couldn't cry, I just pick up the load
And feign a strength, try to force your hand
But you leave a promise wherever it may land
If you get real close to the ending
I hope you know I did what I could
We try to give it all meaning
Glorify the grain of the wood
Tell ourselves what's beautiful and good
I hold on tight, come in from far
I watch the baby run around the yard
Get lonely for what I'll never know
Losing the thread of a story, over told
If we luck out, free as the air
With an unrest craving to spill everywhere
We'll weigh what's good and get real old
Keep driving straight searching for a heart of gold
If we make pleasant conversation
I hope you can't see what's burning in me
To see a slip as a failure
A balance I couldn't keep
You count the rings for truth you'll never cheat