Fathers sitting by the riverside and mommas in the dark. Southern winds and old pine trees miss me when I'm gone. New tattoos and whiskey shots fill sunday afternoon. Followed maps led to old bear traps and deep uncovered wells.
Sunset new regret, fall down small town, living with old scripture breaking down, fly home yellow bones, scattered by the pine trees, snowflakes falling down buzzards in the sky.
Fathers singing by the tall pine trees and mommas in the sun. Cactus breeze and dead oak trees are headstones in the fog. Blood-soaked nights and silver knives that cut deep down to bone.
Prom dress mosquito nets underneath a shade tree, preachers in the schoolyard looking pissed. Kissing up on Cavanaugh, touching in an old truck Jesus turn his head when mommas not around.
Fathers singing an old country song wile mommas feeling all alone., Hickory trees and west coast dreams made Oklahoma so dull. Cold smoke winds and trailer park friends just left us feeling old
Wolves howl, musics loud, mountain clouds, falling down, blaring out Bob Marley in the park. Smoking from an apple, kissing in a chapel, Jesus feeling older every day.