Temporary Town (Live From The Church)

There's a tide turning in this temporary town
Winds of change cut east blowing dust up off the ground
I'm all burnt out on heartland skies
With dreams of swinging on our porch ganderin' ridgelines

There's a mighty mountain of bills on the floor
If they build up any higher they'll be burstin' through the door
Tear down these walls let me shiver in the wind
I'll take it as a sign, a well-timed and considerate godsend

I could take your hand and leap across the border
Give a little gas and ride off towards high ground
Make a piece of heaven near some old forgotten town
And let the world pass by 'til there's no turning around
Let the world pass by 'til there's no turning around

I can picture it now a white house in a clearing
Humming a bluebird song 'til the days we're hard of hearing
Ancient blue ridges are just like big ol' fences
Shelter from the world keeping senseless at a distance

I could take your hand and leap across the border
Give a little gas and ride off towards high ground
Make a piece of heaven near some old forgotten town
And let the world pass by 'til there's no turning around
Let the world pass by 'til there's no turning around

I could take your hand and leap across the border
Give a little gas and ride off towards high ground
Make a piece of heaven near some old forgotten town
And let the world pass by 'til there's no turning around
Let the world pass by 'til there's no turning around
Let the world pass by 'til there's no turning around