Land of Long Reds
Driving through the land of long reds
Nothing but road ahead
Where time slows down across crooked lines
And saw tooth stretches into sine
Behind us bend unbroken streaks
Ahead are distant jagged peaks
Watching mountains approach with every glance
Huge from out across the expanse
Maybe when the time is right
We can move on
With our lives
These open spaces leave no traces of our lives
Waiting on love
In the land of long reds
Decent instant coffee waits
Next to the swizzle sticks and paper plates
Standing shielded from the wind outside
That blows dust just like a swarming hive
Upright under the florescent lights
Staring out into the night
Talking with the counter girl
Listening to the best of Merle
Maybe when the time is right
We can move on
With our lives
These open spaces leave no traces of our lives
Waiting on love
In the land of long reds
The five people living in this town
With a PO Box and sun scorched ground
They never have to hear the news
Above the slot machines ringing cues
In a town made for passing through
I stumble inside, still coming to
And I see and old familiar sight
Under the East Nevada Night
Maybe when the time is right
We can move on
With our lives
These open spaces leave no traces of our lives
Waiting on love
In the land of long reds
Waiting on love
In the land of long reds
Nothing but road ahead
Where time slows down across crooked lines
And saw tooth stretches into sine
Behind us bend unbroken streaks
Ahead are distant jagged peaks
Watching mountains approach with every glance
Huge from out across the expanse
Maybe when the time is right
We can move on
With our lives
These open spaces leave no traces of our lives
Waiting on love
In the land of long reds
Decent instant coffee waits
Next to the swizzle sticks and paper plates
Standing shielded from the wind outside
That blows dust just like a swarming hive
Upright under the florescent lights
Staring out into the night
Talking with the counter girl
Listening to the best of Merle
Maybe when the time is right
We can move on
With our lives
These open spaces leave no traces of our lives
Waiting on love
In the land of long reds
The five people living in this town
With a PO Box and sun scorched ground
They never have to hear the news
Above the slot machines ringing cues
In a town made for passing through
I stumble inside, still coming to
And I see and old familiar sight
Under the East Nevada Night
Maybe when the time is right
We can move on
With our lives
These open spaces leave no traces of our lives
Waiting on love
In the land of long reds
Waiting on love
In the land of long reds
Credits
Writer(s): Jonah S Smith
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