A Miracle
Before we get from Tennessee
Things held a move as majestically as planned
But I was born with a descent hand
And I played the cards well
Now over the Hudson westward we were shocked
The city turns out to be smaller than a fantasy
It's these lost little towns that make the heart swell
To come up southern is a troubled way
Pay no mind to what the writer say
It's a telling
And that makes it lyrical
The kids swear to God there's gonna be a change
But two people in places never really change
In the ancient time they called that a miracle
The ground slick up the slag and playing the Jersey fields
Gave way to the softwooded trees
The pines poppers and the hickorines
Old friends of my childhood
They're in the care of the brothers of the holy cross
To our hero of ten years old a terrible thought takes hold
That the land that is free is steeped in wild blood
And father father first of my earthly loves know that nothing is lost
The younger I was
The fire flies around the lamps as the day softly pales
In this hour we're alive
Get down the details
And who would describe that summer of '15 would have to dream the only way is to dream
And what of the dreams of the wreatched
Broken and on their knees
So help me God
I'm one of these
The road from the south is a hard way
Pay no mind to what the writer say
It's a telling
It makes it lyrical
Nothing to lose they say about your changes
But suffering people don't just come unchanged
In the ancient times that was called a mircale
Things held a move as majestically as planned
But I was born with a descent hand
And I played the cards well
Now over the Hudson westward we were shocked
The city turns out to be smaller than a fantasy
It's these lost little towns that make the heart swell
To come up southern is a troubled way
Pay no mind to what the writer say
It's a telling
And that makes it lyrical
The kids swear to God there's gonna be a change
But two people in places never really change
In the ancient time they called that a miracle
The ground slick up the slag and playing the Jersey fields
Gave way to the softwooded trees
The pines poppers and the hickorines
Old friends of my childhood
They're in the care of the brothers of the holy cross
To our hero of ten years old a terrible thought takes hold
That the land that is free is steeped in wild blood
And father father first of my earthly loves know that nothing is lost
The younger I was
The fire flies around the lamps as the day softly pales
In this hour we're alive
Get down the details
And who would describe that summer of '15 would have to dream the only way is to dream
And what of the dreams of the wreatched
Broken and on their knees
So help me God
I'm one of these
The road from the south is a hard way
Pay no mind to what the writer say
It's a telling
It makes it lyrical
Nothing to lose they say about your changes
But suffering people don't just come unchanged
In the ancient times that was called a mircale
Credits
Writer(s): Robbie Seay, Taylor Johnson, Ryan Owens, Michael Lisenbe
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