Plywood Crosses
Countryside is all we see
The fields are baked in sun
Magnified in the heat
June has just begun
The sky is vivid blue with stone-white clouds
And the land is breathing in
I'm with you on the edge of town
We're leaving again
The road rolls like ribbon
Through summer's swaying fields
I'm no longer driven
By a desire that yields
Nothing- ooh I wanna give you something
Plywood crosses mark the road
With dollarstore dressings
Someone died there long ago
Where do you think they're resting now
Voice of the wind on the plains
I'll take it from you and unleash it in spades
Faded signs, a banner fell
It's loosely blowin' sideways
Power-lines runnin' parallel
Along this battered highway
I've been hidden in my hideaway
Ego's bruised and marred
Just been playing video games
But now I'm back in your car
Passing metal ranch gates
Longhorns loungin' in the shade
I've passed every due date
Yet still I have made
Nothing- ooh I've gotta give you something
Dried flowers at a wire fence
Spindling from the cracked dirt
A breeze presses them in silence
We're almost to Fort Worth now
So if the wind blows nameless
It'll untether me and I'll finally and fully be reignless
The fields are baked in sun
Magnified in the heat
June has just begun
The sky is vivid blue with stone-white clouds
And the land is breathing in
I'm with you on the edge of town
We're leaving again
The road rolls like ribbon
Through summer's swaying fields
I'm no longer driven
By a desire that yields
Nothing- ooh I wanna give you something
Plywood crosses mark the road
With dollarstore dressings
Someone died there long ago
Where do you think they're resting now
Voice of the wind on the plains
I'll take it from you and unleash it in spades
Faded signs, a banner fell
It's loosely blowin' sideways
Power-lines runnin' parallel
Along this battered highway
I've been hidden in my hideaway
Ego's bruised and marred
Just been playing video games
But now I'm back in your car
Passing metal ranch gates
Longhorns loungin' in the shade
I've passed every due date
Yet still I have made
Nothing- ooh I've gotta give you something
Dried flowers at a wire fence
Spindling from the cracked dirt
A breeze presses them in silence
We're almost to Fort Worth now
So if the wind blows nameless
It'll untether me and I'll finally and fully be reignless
Credits
Writer(s): Fernando Mackenzie
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