Country Music

Driving down a long, windy empty road
Listen to that country music as I go
It talks of God
It talks of trucks
About the lovely girls that get them stuck

A song turns on about old man country
Talks about his daughter on that swing so comfy
Where is she now
She’s grown and missed
Her mommy disappeared when she got so sick

And here I am, a tear streams down, even though my baby momma is still around.
My kids are young, my parents old
But both are still alive and thriving be’in so bold.

The tear is not because they’re gone.
It’s cause I’m on this lonely road that gonna take so long.
The end is not when I get home.
I never really call it home when I’m alone.

So I drive through canyons thinking they would love this.
Tunnels through the mountains, children laughing I so miss.
The silent time
The stars at night
Just knowing that they’re sleeping safely right behind.

A hand too far away that’s always at my side.
I reach into the air with nothing there to find.
So far behind
The miles they grow
While all I’m wishing for is time to not move slow.

And here I am, a tear streams down, even though my baby momma is still around.
My kids are young, my parents old
But both are still alive and thriving be’in so bold.

The tear is not because they’re gone.
It’s cause I’m on this lonely road that gonna take so long.
The end is not when I get home.
I never really call it home when I’m alone.

So here I am, the tears all gone, walking through an empty house without a single song.
The house alone
Is not my home
You and them, you are my song, you are my home.