Golden Hour
Golden Hour's come and gone
And as the dew's floating down toward the lawn
Gently now it's laying on the backs of crickets singing
Settling all their dust
Won't you break my sinful bones
Level out all these potholes
I'm spreading pine straw in the yard
To cover up the scars and the weeds that we can't help but grow
We swear to God we know what you want
But our prophecies have all been wrong
What have we been chasing
If your train's in the station
And really You've been waiting on us
We're all searching for someone
We're all speaking with our tongues
Hoping You might hear us pray
Looking for our stake to claim
We're all begging for more time
We're all praying for new wine
But no one really wants to change
Golden hour's come and gone
About a half a mile down the road
In a world full of debtors
Should our prayers for the predators
Be the same hymns we're humming for the prey?
I Should be hungry to hear your voice
But we're all feasting on the noise
I hear the telephone ringing
But I'm out back with the crickets singing
Turns out You're really not silent
We're all searching for someone
We're all speaking with our tongues
Hoping You might hear us pray
Looking for our stake to claim
We're all begging for more time
We're all praying for new wine
But no one really wants to change
Well golden hour's come and gone
And as the dew's floating down toward the lawn
Gently won't you rest
Your spirit on my chest
Settling all my dust
And as the dew's floating down toward the lawn
Gently now it's laying on the backs of crickets singing
Settling all their dust
Won't you break my sinful bones
Level out all these potholes
I'm spreading pine straw in the yard
To cover up the scars and the weeds that we can't help but grow
We swear to God we know what you want
But our prophecies have all been wrong
What have we been chasing
If your train's in the station
And really You've been waiting on us
We're all searching for someone
We're all speaking with our tongues
Hoping You might hear us pray
Looking for our stake to claim
We're all begging for more time
We're all praying for new wine
But no one really wants to change
Golden hour's come and gone
About a half a mile down the road
In a world full of debtors
Should our prayers for the predators
Be the same hymns we're humming for the prey?
I Should be hungry to hear your voice
But we're all feasting on the noise
I hear the telephone ringing
But I'm out back with the crickets singing
Turns out You're really not silent
We're all searching for someone
We're all speaking with our tongues
Hoping You might hear us pray
Looking for our stake to claim
We're all begging for more time
We're all praying for new wine
But no one really wants to change
Well golden hour's come and gone
And as the dew's floating down toward the lawn
Gently won't you rest
Your spirit on my chest
Settling all my dust
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Writer(s): Wade Walker
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